Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

There's Willy Wright and his boys, one helluva
That's Billy's boys fully-fashioned mugs
little 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 protect the
East end heroes got to in the battle of Epping forest
Yes, it's the battle of Epping forest right outside your

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

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

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

Amidst the battle roar, accountants the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for sweet Sam, real ham
out bread 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 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 those that haven't

"I do my double-show quick" Said Mick the prick, fresh out the
"I cheap holiday, the minute they leave
Then a I pay an' does it pay"
His friend, Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth fame
Said, "I'm breaking the legs of the that got me framed"
I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me

They called me the reverend when I the church unstained
My employers changed but the name has remained
All when I went on a tour, hoping 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 closed my
So she rang the bell, and as hell
Bob the nob, out on his job to see what the trouble 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 devil caught of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Up, up above the
Inside their silver cloud, 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 clouds roll
Each has got its load, come out for the count
At the of day

When the 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 toss a coin to settle the score