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

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

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

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

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

And Georgie in on the outside left
With a chain round his head
And Harold Demure, art literature
up the nearest tree, here come 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
out bread and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

It's 5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his on derby night
When Billy was a kid the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now after 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" Mick the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I sold cheap holiday, the minute leave
Then a visit I pay an' it pay"
His friend, Len by name, of wine, women and wands 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 employers have changed but the name has
All began when I went on a tour, hoping to find 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 the bell, and quick 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 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 my steeple, I visited people
For this I'd gone when I met John
His name came, I
the judge said, "You're a robbing hood"

He told me of his strange
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, and truth incorporated for all who seek
He me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charms
His hands were then fit to receive, alms

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

We guard your souls for
And we your shops and houses
For a little 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, with his smashed men
Is lobbing Bob the nob the gob

his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stress
But Jones the jug hits Len in the mug
And Harold Demure, who's still not sure
Fires acorns from out of his sling, come the cavalry

Up, up the crowd
Inside their silver cloud, proud
The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the
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 roll
Each has got its load, they'll come out for the
At the of day

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