Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle of Epping Forest

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

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

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

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

Comin' the hill 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 gentleman's

And Georgie in on the outside left
a chain flying round his head
And Demure, from art literature
Nips up the nearest tree, here the cavalry

Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score,
They've been alone, after 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 William Wright, he his pile on derby night
When Billy was a kid the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now after hard 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 Mick the prick, out the Nick
"I cheap holiday, the minute they leave
Then a visit I pay an' it pay"
His friend, Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth fame
Said, "I'm the legs 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 but the name has remained
All began when I went on a tour, hoping to find furniture
I a sign, it said, 'Beautiful Chest"
It led to a lady who 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 hard to please? "
"You're me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if its not too
We could you in our old-fashioned Stafford 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 came, I understood
When the said, "You're a robbing hood"

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

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

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

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

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

With his in a mess, Bob seems under stress
But the jug hits Len right in the mug
And Demure, who's still not quite sure
Fires from out of his sling, here come the cavalry

Up, up the crowd
Inside silver cloud, done proud
The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the
The got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles out the lot
With tea from a pot just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

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

When the return for their final 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 toss a coin to settle the score