Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

There's Wright and his boys, one helluva 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 fight to protect the poor
East end heroes got to score in the battle of forest
Yes, the battle of Epping forest right outside your door

And you ain't seen like it
No, you seen 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 guns in this bout

And moves in on the outside left
With a chain flying round his
And Demure, from art literature
Nips up the nearest tree, here come the

Amidst the roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, after a radiophone
The are ringing for sweet meal Sam, real ham
Handin' out bread and jam like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

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

"I do my quick" Said Mick the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I sold holiday, the minute they leave
Then a 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 that got me framed"
I'm the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed

They called me the reverend I entered the church unstained
My have changed but the name has remained
All began when I went on a tour, to find some furniture
I followed a sign, it said, Chest"
It led to a who showed me her best

She was taken by surprise when I quickly my eyes
So she rang the bell, and quick as
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 could interest you in our old-fashioned Stafford shire "
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute"
But the caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Up, up the crowd
Inside their silver cloud, proud
The and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass
The butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy out the lot
With tea from a silver pot just like any 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 left alive, be a draw"
So the cap barons toss a coin to settle the score