Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle of Epping Forest

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

There's Willy Wright and his boys, one 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 got to score in the battle of Epping forest
Yes, it's the of Epping forest right outside your door

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

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

And Georgie moves in on the outside
With a chain flying his head
And Harold Demure, from art
Nips up the tree, here come the cavalry

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

5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his pile on derby night
When was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now workin' hard in security trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are those that paid

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

called me the reverend when I entered the church unstained
My employers have but the name has remained
All began when I went on a tour, hoping to find some
I followed a sign, it said, Chest"
It led to a lady who me her best

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In with a left hook is the bethnal butcher
But hes countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang
And liquid Len, with his bottle men
Is lobbing Bob the nob the gob

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

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

the forest road, its the end of the day
And the clouds roll
Each has got its load, they'll come out for the
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 left alive, be a draw"
So the black cap toss a coin to settle the score