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 bars, cutlery cars, super 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 Wright and his boys, one helluva noise
That's Billy's boys with fully-fashioned
That's little John's thugs, the barking slugs, super
For today is the day when they sort it out, it out

Yes, these Christian soldiers fight to the poor
East end heroes got to 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 seen like it
Not the civil war

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

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

Amidst the battle roar, accountants the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for sweet meal Sam, 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 walking the streets, the other hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in trade, he's got it made
The shops that aid are those that haven't paid

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

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

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

"Louise, is the reverend hard to "
"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 gone when I met little
His name came, I
When the judge said, "You're a hood"

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

But now, with a pin-up guru every
It was love, peace and truth incorporated for all who
He me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with 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 guard your and houses
For a little more, just a little more

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

With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems stress
But Jones the jug hits Len in the mug
And Harold Demure, who's still not 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 butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy 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 away
Each has got its load, they'll come out for the
At the of day

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