Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle of Epping Forest

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

There's Willy and his boys, one helluva noise
That's Billy's boys with fully-fashioned
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 to protect the poor
East end heroes got to score in the battle of Epping
Yes, it's the battle of Epping right outside your door

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

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

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

Amidst the battle roar, accountants the score, 10-4
They've never alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are for sweet meal Sam, real ham
Handin' out bread and jam just like any 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 kids hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in security trade, 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 sold cheap holiday, the minute they
Then a visit I pay an' it pay"
His friend, Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth fame
Said, "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard got me framed"
I'm breaking the legs of the that got me framed, got me framed

They called me the reverend when I the church unstained
My employers have changed but the has remained
All when I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
I a sign, it said, 'Beautiful Chest"
It led to a lady who showed me her

She was taken by surprise I quickly closed my eyes
So she rang the bell, and quick as
Bob the nob, came out on his job to see what the was

"Louise, is the reverend to please? "
"You're me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if its not too
We could interest you in our old-fashioned Stafford 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 save my steeple, I visited
For this I'd gone when I met John
His came, I understood
When the judge said, "You're a hood"

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

But now, a pin-up guru every week
It was love, peace and truth 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 in the battle of Epping forest
Yes, it's the battle of forest
Right outside door

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

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

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

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

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

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