Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle of Epping Forest

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amidst the battle roar, keep the score, 10-4
They've been alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for sweet meal Sam, ham
Handin' out bread and jam like 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 workin' hard in security trade, got it made
The shops that need aid are those that paid

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

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

She was taken by surprise when I 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 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 save my steeple, I people
For this I'd gone when I met John
His name came, I
When the said, "You're a robbing hood"

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

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 charms
His hands were then fit to receive, receive

That's why in the battle of Epping forest
Yes, it's the of Epping forest
Right outside door

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

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

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

Up, up above the
Inside their cloud, done proud
The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly 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

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

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