Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

Along the forest road there's hundreds of cars, 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 disagree on a gangland boundary
They disagree on a gangland

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 sort it out, sort it out

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

And you ain't seen like it
No, you ain't seen like it
Not since the war

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

And Georgie in on the outside left
With a chain round his head
And Harold Demure, art literature
Nips up the tree, here 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
Handin' out and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

It's 5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his pile on night
When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the kids hid, so they did
And now after 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 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 legs of the that 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 have changed but the name has remained
All began when I went on a tour, to find some furniture
I followed a sign, it said, Chest"
It led to a lady who showed me her

She was taken by 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 interest you in our Stafford shire plate? "
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute"
But the devil caught of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

To save my steeple, I visited
For this I'd when 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 from door to door

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

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

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

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

Up, up the crowd
Inside silver cloud, done proud
The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly the glass
The butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy out the lot
tea from a silver 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 out for the count
At the of day

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