Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

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

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

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

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

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

the battle roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
They've been alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are for sweet meal Sam, real ham
Handin' out bread and jam like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

It's 5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his on derby night
Billy was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are those that paid

"I do my double-show quick" Said Mick the prick, out the Nick
"I sold cheap holiday, the minute leave
Then a visit I pay an' it pay"
His friend, liquid Len by name, of wine, women and worth fame
Said, "I'm breaking the of the bastard that got me framed"
I'm breaking the legs of the bastard 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 began when I went on a tour, hoping to some furniture
I followed a sign, it said, Chest"
It led to a lady who me her best

She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my
So she the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the nob, came out on his job to see what the was

"Louise, is the reverend hard to "
"You're me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if its not too
We could you in our old-fashioned Stafford shire plate? "
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute"
But the devil hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

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

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

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

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

We your souls for peanuts
And we guard your and houses
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 fight
And liquid Len, his smashed bottle men
Is lobbing Bob the nob the gob

With his kisser in a mess, Bob under stress
But the jug hits Len right in the mug
And Harold Demure, still not quite sure
Fires from out of his sling, here come the cavalry

Up, up above the
their 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

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

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