Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

Juveniles, hide your mags
The got problems at her yard
So she's packing up her bags full of
Her man got down Po Na Na
the madre still in the kitchen
Smokes a fags

Body bags come back on planes war torn Iraq
It's the stark truth, a dark aftermath
Baby T, the juice and the dog barks
Remember man the bully always had the last

It was a blast night down the old 12 Bar
White socks, shoes with the ballads in the car
a lump in a throat she won't understand
Twos on a cigarette it's all blah

Bloody obla dah glug down liquor
Life on for all the day trippers
Starts off small but gonna get bigger
By the end of this it may all be better

Well, she's asking with the who, where and how
The say, 'Ooh, la, la'
Well, if I had chance I'd do it differently now
And the say, 'Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la'

From Square where the crack pipe reeking
To in your dark damp flat, the ceiling's
You in love when you first started chatting
But got so bored she never stopped speaking

Consider son on the bad behavior
He's keeping all the freebies, the papers
You hate us, down fakers
Oh, you'll never get nowhere, I'm the pacemaker

please me, oh, she's easy on the eye
Some say that only the good young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay, been right good day
I wanna ask but I don't mean to pry

How did you get to you're going
To before you came slowly moseying through this
You started race, Johny Cockerel wants his money back
Give up the man a fruit and nut bar

Oh, I gotta see the GP, up lungs
And the doc says, 'Stop or you're die young'
I even started to do what I done
You young don't listen, you just on

Well, we heard this before when your song got
Get a grip son, 'Cause you're always drunken
We're not captains just skivvy
Humdrum drum, drum, live fast die

Mr. Skin stumbling, the road
And on the private property
Remember back then it was the banter
Young sons watched young Pa's get cancer

Vagabond Sandy out for he missed her
Missed her so much that he went drank the
So sing-a-long Sam this is a song you
We all went out and we got

I wanna fight, he's a right big cunt
But the say, 'Go on my son, my son'
Well, it's all a bit of fun 'til gets done
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my

Well, I'm likely to pick up and run
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my
Ah fuck it, well, he's a big cunt
But knock him one, fuck that, run, run