Luyện nghe bài hát Second - Hand Car Spiv

Sung by spiv, & floosies

Spiv: I was born a slum infantile,
educated, delinquent juvenile.
I am a product of mass factory fodder,
Streets of tenement blocks, rat infested filth and squalor.
I left school, went on the dole
And no enjoyment,
Welfare state owned my and my body and my soul.
So I my way up to be a second-hand car spiv,
But don't judge me harshly because I'm a slum kid.
I built up my with a quick wit and fist,
So don't double-cross me or my will dissect you
their black jacks and shiv.
Slum kids get a break, they've got to fight their way up.
and deal, beg and steal,
Sweat blood to a buck.
I didn't to work on the factory floor,
I content, I wanted more
Than to be a of a lathe,
all day and go home bored.
So a second- car spiv was what I became.
I built an empire because I my brains.

Chorus: he was a car spiv up from the slums,
So judge him harshly because he's just a slum kid.
Then he into property, stocks and shares,

Spiv: and into high finance and got to agree
That a multi-million corporation
beats selling cars second-hand.

Chorus: once he sold old worn out heaps to the on the street,

Spiv: now I'm in of the country as a whole,
And the is at my feet.

Chorus: the is at his feet.

Spiv: power, power, I've got oozing out of me,
And when you of all the things I've done
It a lot for one
Who his way up from the streets.
Yes I'm a car spiv.
Do a deal, buy and sell,
It's my trade, I it well.
Make a sale, the bell
And let the go to hell.
Bank the profits, count the
Another comes your way.
is a crooked game,
And slum never change.