Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

Juveniles, hide your mags
The girl's got problems at her
So she's up her bags full of rags
Her man got from Po Na Na
While the still in the kitchen
a 20-deck fags

Body bags come back on planes from war torn
the stark naked truth, a dark aftermath
Baby T, the and the dog just barks
Remember man the always had the last laugh

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

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

Well, she's always asking 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 where the crack 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 keeping all the freebies, the papers
You hate us, shake fakers
Oh, never get nowhere, 'cause I'm the pacemaker

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

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

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

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

Mr. stumbling, the road rocky
And trespassers on the property
Remember back then it was the banter
Young watched their young Pa's get cancer

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

I don't wanna fight, he's a right big
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 fuck it, well, he's a big cunt
But I'll knock him one, that, run, run