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

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

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

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

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

And Georgie moves in on the left
With a chain flying his head
And Harold Demure, art literature
Nips up the tree, here come the cavalry

Amidst the battle roar, accountants the score, 10-4
They've been alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are for sweet meal Sam, real ham
Handin' out and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

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

"I do my double-show quick" Said the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I cheap holiday, the minute they leave
a visit I pay an' does it pay"
His friend, liquid Len by name, of wine, women and worth fame
Said, "I'm breaking the 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 I entered the church unstained
My employers have changed but the 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 by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes
So she rang the bell, and quick as
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 interest you in our old-fashioned Stafford shire plate? "
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute"
But the devil hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

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

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

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

In with a left hook is the bethnal green
But hes countered on the by Mick's chain-gang fight
And liquid Len, with his bottle 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, still not quite sure
Fires acorns from out of his sling, here the cavalry

Up, up the crowd
Inside their cloud, done proud
The and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass
The got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles out the lot
With tea from a silver pot 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 final review, it's all through
All they can see is the goo
"There's no one alive, must be a draw"
So the cap barons toss a coin to settle the score