Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

Juveniles, hide your mags
The girl's got at her yard
So she's up her bags full of rags
Her man got from Po Na Na
While the madre still in the
Smokes a fags

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

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

obli obla dah glug down liquor
Life on for all the day trippers
off small but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter it may all be

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

From Trafalgar Square the crack pipe reeking
To in your damp flat, the ceiling's leaking
You fell in love when you started chatting
But got so 'cause she never stopped speaking

Consider son on the bad behavior
He's keeping all the freebies, delivering the
You us, shake down fakers
Oh, you'll get nowhere, 'cause I'm the pacemaker

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

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

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

Well, we heard this before your song got sung
Get a son, why? 'Cause you're always drunken
We're not captains just skivvy
drum, drum, live fast die young

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

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

I don't fight, he's a right big cunt
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my
Well, it's all a bit of fun 'til someone done
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my

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