Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle of Epping Forest

Along the forest there's hundreds of cars, luxury cars
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars, scars
For today is the day when they it out, sort it out
'Cause they on a gangland boundary
They on a gangland boundary

Willy Wright and his boys, one helluva noise
That's Billy's boys fully-fashioned mugs
That's little thugs, the barking slugs, super smugs
For today is the day when they it out, sort it out

Yes, these Christian soldiers to protect the poor
East end heroes got to score in the battle of forest
Yes, it's the battle of Epping right outside your door

And you seen nothing like it
No, you ain't nothing like it
Not since the war

over the hill are the boys of Bill
And Johnny's lads stand still
With the thumpires shout, they all to clout
There's no guns in this gentleman's

And Georgie in on the outside left
With a chain flying his head
And Demure, from art literature
up the nearest tree, here come the cavalry

Amidst the battle roar, keep the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, after a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for sweet meal Sam, ham
Handin' out bread and jam just any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

It's 5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his on derby night
When was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now after hard in security trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are those haven't paid

"I do my double-show quick" Mick the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I sold cheap holiday, the minute leave
Then a I pay an' does it pay"
His friend, Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth fame
Said, "I'm the legs of the bastard that got me framed"
I'm breaking the of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed

called me the reverend when I entered the church unstained
My have changed but the name has remained
All began when I went on a tour, to find some furniture
I a sign, it said, 'Beautiful Chest"
It led to a who showed me her best

She was taken by surprise when I closed my eyes
So she rang the bell, and quick as
Bob the nob, came out on his job to see the trouble was

"Louise, is the reverend hard to "
"You're me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if its not too
We interest you in our old-fashioned Stafford shire plate? "
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute"
But the devil hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

To my steeple, I visited people
For this I'd gone when I met John
His came, I understood
the judge said, "You're a robbing hood"

He me of his strange foundation
Conceived on sight of the Woodstock
had to hide his reputation
When poor, 'twas salvation from door to

But now, with a pin-up guru every
It was love, and truth incorporated for all who seek
He employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall
His hands then fit to receive, receive alms

why we're in the battle of Epping forest
Yes, it's the battle of forest
outside your door

We guard your souls for
And we your shops and houses
For a little more, just a little more

In with a left is the bethnal green butcher
But hes countered on the right by chain-gang fight
And Len, with his smashed bottle men
Is Bob the nob across the gob

With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under
But Jones the jug hits Len in the mug
And Harold Demure, who's still not sure
Fires acorns from out of his sling, come the cavalry

Up, up the crowd
Inside silver cloud, done proud
The bold and brazen brass, seen through the glass
The butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy out the lot
With tea from a silver pot just any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

Along the road, its the end of the day
And the clouds away
Each has got its load, come out for the count
At the of day

When the limos return for their review, it's all through
All they can see is the goo
"There's no one alive, must be a draw"
So the black cap barons toss a coin to the score