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 convertible bars, cutlery cars, scars
For today is the day when they it out, sort it out
'Cause they on a gangland boundary
They on a gangland boundary

There's Wright and his boys, one helluva noise
That's Billy's with fully-fashioned mugs
That's little 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 of Epping forest right outside your door

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

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

And Georgie moves in on the left
With a flying round his head
And Demure, from art literature
Nips up the nearest tree, here the cavalry

Amidst the battle roar, accountants the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, after getting a
The bluebells are ringing for 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 derby
When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so did
And now after workin' hard in security trade, got it made
The shops that need aid are that haven't paid

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

They me the reverend when I entered the church unstained
My employers have changed but the name has
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 showed me her

She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my
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 could interest you in our old-fashioned Stafford shire "
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute"
But the devil hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

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

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

But now, with a guru every 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 battle of Epping
Yes, it's the of Epping forest
Right outside door

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

In with a left hook is the green butcher
But hes on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight
And liquid Len, with his bottle men
Is Bob the nob across 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 from out of his sling, here come the cavalry

Up, up above the
Inside silver cloud, done proud
The bold and brazen brass, seen 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

Along the road, its the end of the day
And the clouds away
has got its load, they'll 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 alive, must be a draw"
So the black cap barons toss a coin to the score