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

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

Yes, these soldiers fight to protect the poor
East end got to score in the battle of Epping forest
Yes, it's the battle of Epping forest right your door

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

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

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

Amidst the roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, after getting a
The bluebells are ringing for sweet meal Sam, ham
Handin' out bread and jam just like any 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 hard in security trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are those that paid

"I do my quick" Said Mick the prick, fresh 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 that got me framed"
I'm breaking the legs of the that got me framed, got me framed

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

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 what the was

"Louise, is the reverend to please? "
"You're me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if its not too
We could interest you in our old-fashioned 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 this I'd when I met little John
His came, I understood
When the said, "You're a robbing hood"

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

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

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

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

In with a left hook is the bethnal butcher
But hes on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight
And liquid Len, 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 still not sure
acorns from out of his sling, here come the cavalry

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

the forest 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 limos return for their 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