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 mass factory fodder,
Streets of tenement blocks, rat infested filth and squalor.
I school, went straight on the dole
And no enjoyment,
Welfare owned my mind and my body and my soul.
So I worked my way up to be a car spiv,
But don't judge me harshly because I'm 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 black jacks and shiv.
Slum kids never get a break, got to fight their way up.
and deal, beg and steal,
Sweat blood to a buck.
I didn't want to on the factory floor,
I wasn't content, I wanted
to be a slave 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 car spiv up from the slums,
So don't judge him harshly because just a slum kid.
Then he into property, stocks and shares,

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

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

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

the world is at his feet.

Spiv: power, power, got power oozing 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.
Bank the profits, the change
Another comes your way.
is a crooked game,
And slum kids change.