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 convertible bars, cutlery cars, super
For today is the day when sort it out, sort it out
'Cause disagree on a gangland boundary
They disagree on a boundary

There's Wright 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 sort it out, it out

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

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

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

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

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

It's 5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his pile on night
When Billy was a kid the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are those that paid

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

They called me the when I entered the church unstained
My employers have but the name has remained
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, 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 called out "Shoot!"

To save my steeple, I people
For this I'd gone I met little John
His came, I understood
When the said, "You're a robbing 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, a pin-up guru every week
It was love, peace and incorporated for all who seek
He me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charms
His hands were then fit to receive, receive

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

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

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

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

Up, up above the
Inside their silver cloud, done
The and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass
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 roll
has got its load, they'll come out for the count
At the of day

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