Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle of Epping Forest

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amidst the roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, getting a radiophone
The bluebells are for sweet meal Sam, real ham
Handin' out bread and jam just any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

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

"I do my double-show quick" Mick the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I sold holiday, the minute they leave
Then a I pay an' does it pay"
His friend, liquid Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth
Said, "I'm the legs 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 reverend when I entered the church
My employers changed but the name has remained
All began when I on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
I followed a sign, it said, Chest"
It led to a lady who showed me her

She was taken by surprise when I quickly my eyes
So she rang the bell, and as hell
Bob the nob, came out on his job to see 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 save my steeple, I people
For this I'd gone I met little John
His name came, I
When the judge said, "You're a hood"

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

But now, with a pin-up guru every
It was love, peace and truth incorporated for all who
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 your

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

In with a hook is the bethnal green butcher
But hes on the right 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 Len right in the mug
And Harold Demure, who's still not quite
Fires acorns out of his sling, here come the cavalry

Up, up above the
Inside their silver cloud, proud
The bold and brass, seen darkly through the glass
The butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy out the lot
tea from a silver pot just 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 limos return for their final review, it's all
All can see is the morning goo
"There's no one alive, must be a draw"
So the black cap toss a coin to settle the score