Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

Juveniles, your porno mags
The got problems at her yard
So she's up her bags full of rags
Her man got down Po Na Na
While the madre in the kitchen
Smokes a 20-deck

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

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

Bloody obli obla dah glug liquor
Life goes on for all the day
Starts off but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of letter it may all be better

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

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

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

please me, oh, she's easy on the eye
Some say that today the good young 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 going
To before you came slowly moseying this bar?
You started your race, Johny Cockerel wants his money
up the man he's a fruit and nut bar

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

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

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

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

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

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