Luyện nghe bài hát Second - Hand Car Spiv

Sung by spiv, & floosies

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

Chorus: he was a second-hand car up from the slums,
So don't judge him harshly because he's a slum kid.
Then he into property, stocks and shares,

Spiv: and high finance and you've got to agree
running a multi-million corporation
Sure beats cars second-hand.

Chorus: he sold old worn out heaps to the punters 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 power out of me,
And when you think of all the things I've
It a lot for one
Who his way up from the streets.
Yes I'm a car spiv.
Do a deal, buy and sell,
my trade, I know it well.
Make a sale, ring the
And let the go to hell.
the profits, count the change
Another sucker your way.
Life is a game,
And slum never change.