Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

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

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

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

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

And Georgie in on the outside left
With a chain flying his head
And Demure, from art literature
Nips up the tree, here come the cavalry

Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score,
They've never been alone, after getting a
The bluebells are ringing for meal Sam, real ham
Handin' out and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

It's 5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his pile on night
When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so did
And now after workin' hard in security trade, he's got it
The shops need aid are those that haven't paid

"I do my double-show quick" Said Mick the prick, out the Nick
"I sold cheap holiday, the minute they
Then a visit I pay an' it pay"
His friend, liquid Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth
Said, "I'm the legs 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 when I the church unstained
My employers have changed but the name has
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 hard 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 caught hold 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
When the said, "You're a robbing hood"

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

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

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

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

In with a left hook is the bethnal green
But hes countered on the 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 under stress
But the jug hits Len right in the mug
And Harold Demure, who's still not quite
Fires acorns from out of his sling, here come the

Up, up above the
Inside silver cloud, done proud
The bold and brazen brass, darkly through the glass
The got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles 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
Each has got its load, they'll out for the count
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 alive, must be a draw"
So the black cap toss a coin to settle the score