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, super
For today is the day when they it out, sort it out
'Cause they on a gangland boundary
They disagree on a gangland

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

Yes, these Christian soldiers 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 your

And you ain't nothing like 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
the thumpires shout, they all start to clout
There's no guns in this gentleman's

And Georgie moves in on the outside
With a chain flying his head
And Harold Demure, from art
Nips up the tree, here come the cavalry

Amidst the roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, getting a radiophone
The bluebells are for sweet meal Sam, real ham
Handin' out bread and jam just any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

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

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

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

She was taken by surprise when I quickly my eyes
So she rang the bell, and quick as
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 interest you in our old-fashioned Stafford shire plate? "
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute"
But the devil caught hold of my and a voice called out "Shoot!"

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

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

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

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

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

In with a left hook is the bethnal green
But hes on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight
And Len, with his smashed 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 the crowd
Inside their cloud, done proud
The bold and brazen brass, seen through 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,

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

When the limos return for their final review, it's all
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