Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

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

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

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

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

Amidst the battle roar, keep the score, 10-4
They've been alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for sweet meal Sam, ham
out bread and jam just 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 after hard in security trade, he's got it made
The shops need aid are those that haven't paid

"I do my double-show quick" Said Mick the prick, fresh out the
"I sold holiday, the minute they leave
a visit I pay an' does it pay"
His friend, liquid Len by name, of wine, women and wands fame
Said, "I'm breaking the 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 entered the unstained
My employers have changed but the name has
All when I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
I a sign, it said, 'Beautiful Chest"
It led to a lady who me her best

She was taken by surprise I quickly closed my eyes
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 hold of my soul and a voice out "Shoot!"

To save my steeple, I people
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 strange
Conceived on sight of the nation
He'd had to hide his
When poor, 'twas salvation from 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, overall charms
His hands then fit to receive, receive alms

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

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

In with a left hook is the bethnal green
But hes countered on the right by Mick's 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 Jones the jug Len right in the mug
And Harold Demure, who's not quite sure
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 just like any picnic, picnic, picnic,

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

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