Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle of Epping Forest

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

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

Yes, these soldiers fight to protect the poor
East end got to score in the battle of Epping forest
Yes, the battle of Epping forest right outside your door

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

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

And Georgie in on the outside left
a chain flying round his head
And Harold Demure, from art
Nips up the nearest tree, here come the

Amidst the roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
They've been alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for meal Sam, real ham
Handin' out bread and jam like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his pile 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, he's got it
The shops that need aid are those haven't paid

"I do my double-show quick" Said Mick the prick, fresh out the
"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 of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed

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

She was taken by when I quickly closed my eyes
So she rang the bell, and quick as
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 hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

To my steeple, I visited people
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
poor, 'twas salvation from door to door

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

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

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

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

With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems stress
But the jug hits Len right 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 darkly through the
The got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles out the lot
With tea from a pot just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

the forest road, its the end of the day
And the clouds away
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 can see is the morning goo
"There's no one alive, must be a draw"
So the black cap barons toss a coin to settle the