Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

There's Wright and his boys, one helluva noise
That's Billy's boys with fully-fashioned
That's little John's thugs, the slugs, super smugs
For today is the day 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 Epping
Yes, the battle of Epping forest right outside your door

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

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

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

Amidst the roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
They've been alone, after getting a radiophone
The are ringing for sweet meal Sam, real 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 walking the streets, the kids 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 Mick the prick, fresh out the
"I sold cheap holiday, the minute leave
a visit 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 bastard got me framed"
I'm breaking the legs of the that got me framed, got me framed

called me the reverend when I entered the church unstained
My have changed but the name has remained
All began when I went on a tour, to find some 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 my eyes
So she rang the bell, and as hell
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 caught hold of my soul and a called out "Shoot!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

With his in a mess, Bob seems under stress
But Jones the jug hits Len in the mug
And Harold Demure, who's still not quite
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 butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy out the lot
With tea from a pot just like 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

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