Luyện nghe bài hát Second - Hand Car Spiv

Sung by spiv, flash &

I was born a slum gutter infantile,
Brute-force educated, juvenile.
I am a product of produced factory fodder,
Streets full of 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 because I'm just a slum kid.
I built up my business a quick wit and fist,
So don't double-cross me or my hoods dissect you
their black jacks and shiv.
Slum kids never get a break, they've got to fight way up.
and deal, beg and steal,
Sweat blood to a buck.
I want to work on the factory floor,
I wasn't content, I wanted
Than to be a of a lathe,
Work all day and go bored.
So a second- hand car was what 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 just a kid.
Then he moved into property, and shares,

Spiv: and into high finance and you've got to
running a multi-million corporation
Sure selling 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.

the world 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,
It's my trade, I it well.
Make a sale, the bell
And let the go to hell.
the profits, count the change
Another sucker comes way.
Life is a game,
And slum never change.