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, cars, super scars
For today is the day when they sort it out, it out
'Cause they on a gangland boundary
They disagree on a gangland

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

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

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

Comin' over the hill are the of Bill
And Johnny's lads stand very
With the thumpires shout, all start to clout
There's no guns in this bout

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

Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score,
They've never been alone, after a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for sweet Sam, real ham
Handin' out and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

It's 5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his on derby night
When Billy was a kid the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in security trade, got it made
The shops need aid are those that 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 visit I pay an' it pay"
His friend, Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth fame
Said, "I'm breaking the legs of the that got me framed"
I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me

They called me the reverend when I entered the church
My employers have changed but the 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 taken by surprise I quickly closed my eyes
So she the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the nob, out on his job to see what the trouble was

"Louise, is the reverend to please? "
"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 caught hold of my soul and a called out "Shoot!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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