Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

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

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

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

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

And moves in on the outside 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 never been alone, after a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for meal Sam, real 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 night
Billy was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now workin' 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 they 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 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 began I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
I a sign, it said, 'Beautiful Chest"
It led to a who showed me her best

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

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

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

But now, with a pin-up guru every
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, alms

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

We guard souls for peanuts
And we guard shops and houses
For a little 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 lobbing Bob the nob the gob

With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under
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 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 from a pot just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

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

When the limos return for their final review, 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