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 today is the day when sort it out, sort it out
they disagree on a gangland boundary
They on a gangland boundary

There's Wright and his boys, one helluva noise
That's Billy's boys with fully-fashioned
That's John's thugs, the barking slugs, super smugs
For today is the day when they 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, it's the battle of Epping right outside your door

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

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

And Georgie moves in on the outside
With a flying round his head
And Harold Demure, art literature
Nips up the nearest tree, here the cavalry

Amidst the roar, accountants 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 just any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

It's 5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his pile on derby
When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so 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" Said the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I sold cheap holiday, the minute they
Then a I pay an' does it pay"
His friend, liquid Len by name, of wine, women and wands fame
Said, "I'm the legs of the bastard 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 the church unstained
My employers have but the name has remained
All began 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 I quickly closed my eyes
So she rang the bell, and quick as
Bob the nob, out on his job to see what the trouble 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 caught hold of my soul and a voice out "Shoot!"

To my steeple, I visited people
For this I'd gone when I met little
His came, I understood
When the judge said, "You're a hood"

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

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

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

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

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

With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under
But Jones the jug Len right in the mug
And Harold Demure, still not quite sure
Fires acorns out of his sling, here come the cavalry

Up, up above the
Inside silver 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

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

When the limos return for their final review, 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