Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle of Epping Forest

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

There's Willy and his boys, one helluva noise
That's Billy's boys with mugs
That's John's 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
East end heroes got to score in the battle of forest
Yes, it's the battle of Epping forest right outside door

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

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

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

Amidst the battle roar, accountants the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, after a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for meal Sam, real ham
Handin' out bread and jam 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 kids hid, so did
And now after workin' hard in trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are those that haven't

"I do my quick" Said Mick the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I sold cheap holiday, the 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 the legs of the bastard that got me framed"
I'm the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed

called me the reverend when I entered the church unstained
My employers have but the name has remained
All began when I on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
I followed a sign, it said, Chest"
It led to a lady who showed me her

She was by surprise 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 reverend 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 caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

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

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

But now, with a pin-up guru 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, receive

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

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

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

his kisser 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 acorns from out of his sling, come the cavalry

Up, up the crowd
Inside their silver cloud, done
The and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass
The butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy 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
Each has got its load, come out for the count
At the of day

When the limos return for their 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 the score