Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

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

Yes, these Christian soldiers to protect the poor
East end heroes got to score in the battle of forest
Yes, it's the battle of Epping right 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 boys of
And Johnny's lads stand very
With the shout, they all start to clout
There's no guns in this gentleman's

And Georgie moves in on the outside
With a chain flying his head
And Harold Demure, art literature
Nips up the nearest tree, here come the

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

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

"I do my double-show quick" Said Mick the prick, out the Nick
"I cheap holiday, the minute they leave
Then a I pay an' does 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 bastard that got me framed, got me

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

She was taken by surprise when I quickly 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 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
When the said, "You're a robbing hood"

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

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

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

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

In with a left hook is the bethnal butcher
But hes countered on the right by chain-gang fight
And Len, with his smashed bottle men
Is Bob the nob across the gob

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

Up, up the crowd
their silver cloud, done proud
The bold and brass, seen darkly 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

the forest road, its the end of the day
And the clouds away
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 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