Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

There's Willy Wright and his boys, one noise
Billy's boys with 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 soldiers fight to the poor
East end heroes got to score in the of Epping forest
Yes, it's the battle of forest right outside your door

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

Comin' over the hill are the of Bill
And Johnny's stand 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 Demure, from art literature
Nips up the tree, here come the cavalry

the battle roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, after 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
When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the other hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are those that haven't

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

They called me the reverend I entered the church unstained
My employers have but the name has remained
All began when I went on a tour, hoping to some furniture
I a sign, it said, 'Beautiful 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 to please? "
"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 of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Up, up above the
Inside their silver cloud, proud
The bold and brazen brass, seen through the glass
The got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles out the lot
With tea from a silver pot like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

Along the road, its the end of the day
And the clouds away
Each has got its load, they'll out for the count
At the of day

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