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

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

Yes, these Christian fight to protect the poor
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 seen nothing it
No, you seen nothing like it
Not since the war

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

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

Amidst the roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
never been alone, after 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 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' in security trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are that haven't paid

"I do my double-show quick" Said 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, and wands worth fame
Said, "I'm the legs of the bastard that got me framed"
I'm breaking the of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed

They called me the reverend when I entered the unstained
My employers changed but the name 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 when I quickly closed my eyes
So she the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the nob, came out on his job to see what the was

"Louise, is the hard to please? "
"You're me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if its not too
We could interest you in our old-fashioned shire plate? "
"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 I met little John
His name came, I
When the judge said, "You're a hood"

He me of his strange foundation
Conceived on sight of the nation
had to hide his reputation
When poor, 'twas salvation from to door

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

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

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

In a left hook is the bethnal green butcher
But hes countered on the right by Mick's fight
And Len, with his smashed bottle men
Is Bob the nob across 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 not quite sure
Fires acorns from out of his sling, here the cavalry

Up, up the crowd
Inside their silver cloud, done
The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly 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 away
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 cap barons toss a coin to settle the score