Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

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

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

And you ain't seen nothing it
No, you ain't seen 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
no guns in this gentleman's bout

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

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

5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his pile on derby night
When was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in trade, he's got it made
The shops need aid are those that haven't paid

"I do my double-show quick" Said the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I sold cheap holiday, the minute leave
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 bastard got me framed, got me framed

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

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

"Louise, is the reverend hard to "
"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 caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

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

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

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

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

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

In with a left is the bethnal green butcher
But hes on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight
And liquid Len, with his smashed 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, who's still not sure
Fires acorns out of his sling, here come the cavalry

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

the forest road, its the end of the day
And the clouds away
Each has got its load, come out for the count
At the of day

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