Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle of Epping Forest

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

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

Yes, these Christian fight to protect the poor
East end heroes got to score in the battle of 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 since the war

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

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

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

It's 5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his on derby 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 that haven't paid

"I do my double-show quick" Said the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I sold cheap holiday, the they leave
Then a 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 that got me framed"
I'm breaking the of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed

They me the reverend when I entered the church unstained
My employers have changed but the name has
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 showed me her

She was taken by surprise when I 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 reverend hard to "
"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 and a voice called out "Shoot!"

To save my steeple, I people
For I'd gone when I met little John
His name came, I
When the judge said, "You're a hood"

He told me of his foundation
Conceived on of the Woodstock nation
had to hide his reputation
When poor, salvation from door to door

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

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

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

In with a left hook is the bethnal butcher
But hes countered on the right by Mick's fight
And liquid Len, 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 acorns from out of his sling, come the cavalry

Up, up above the
Inside their cloud, done proud
The and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass
The butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy 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

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