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

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

Yes, these Christian fight to protect the poor
East end heroes got to score in the of Epping forest
Yes, the battle of Epping forest right outside your door

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

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

And moves in on the outside left
With a flying round his head
And Harold Demure, from art
Nips up the nearest tree, come the cavalry

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

5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his pile on derby night
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 those haven't paid

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

They called me the reverend I entered the church unstained
My employers 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 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, out on his job to see what the trouble was

"Louise, is the reverend hard to "
"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 soul and a voice out "Shoot!"

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

He me of his strange foundation
Conceived on sight of the nation
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, with overall
His hands were then fit to receive, alms

That's why we're in the battle of 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, a little more

In with a hook is the bethnal green butcher
But hes on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight
And Len, with his smashed bottle men
Is lobbing Bob the nob the gob

With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems 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, done
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 any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

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

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