Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle of Epping Forest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's 5 to 4 on Wright, he made his pile on derby night
When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the kids hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in trade, he's got it made
The that need aid are those that haven't paid

"I do my quick" Said Mick the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I sold cheap holiday, the minute 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 breaking the legs of the that got me framed, got me framed

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

She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my
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 could interest you in our old-fashioned Stafford plate? "
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute"
But the devil caught 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
Conceived on of the Woodstock nation
had to hide his reputation
When poor, 'twas salvation from door to

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

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

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

In with a left hook is the green butcher
But hes countered on the by Mick's chain-gang fight
And liquid Len, with his smashed men
Is lobbing Bob the nob 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 out of his sling, here come the cavalry

Up, up the crowd
Inside silver cloud, done proud
The bold and brazen brass, darkly 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 roll away
Each has got its load, they'll out for the count
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