Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

Willy Wright and his boys, one helluva noise
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 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 nothing like it
Not the civil war

over the hill 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 bout

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

Amidst the battle roar, keep the score, 10-4
They've never alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for sweet meal Sam, ham
Handin' out bread and jam 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 workin' hard in security trade, he's got it made
The shops need aid are those that haven't paid

"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 of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed

They called me the reverend when I entered the unstained
My have changed but the name has remained
All when I went on a tour, hoping 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 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 caught hold of my and a voice called out "Shoot!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Along the road, its the end of the day
And the clouds roll
Each has got its load, they'll come out for the
At the of day

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