Luyện nghe bài hát Second - Hand Car Spiv

Sung by spiv, flash &

Spiv: I was a slum gutter infantile,
Brute-force educated, juvenile.
I am a of mass produced factory fodder,
Streets full of tenement blocks, rat infested and squalor.
I left school, went on the dole
And no enjoyment,
Welfare state owned my and my body and my soul.
So I worked my way up to be a car spiv,
But judge me harshly because I'm just a slum kid.
I up my business with a quick wit and fist,
So don't double-cross me or my will dissect you
With their black and shiv.
Slum kids never get a break, they've got to their way up.
and deal, beg and steal,
Sweat blood to a buck.
I didn't want to work on the floor,
I wasn't content, I wanted
Than to be a of a lathe,
Work all day and go bored.
So a second- car spiv was what I became.
I an empire because I used my brains.

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

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

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

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

the world is at his feet.

Spiv: power, power, I've got power out of me,
And when you think of all the 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,
my trade, I know it well.
Make a sale, ring the
And let the go to hell.
the profits, count the change
Another sucker comes way.
Life is a game,
And slum never change.