Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

Along the forest road hundreds of cars, luxury cars
Each has got its load of convertible bars, 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 Wright and his boys, one helluva noise
That's Billy's boys fully-fashioned mugs
That's little John's thugs, the barking slugs, smugs
For is the day when 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 Epping
Yes, it's the of Epping forest right outside your door

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

Comin' over the are the boys of Bill
And Johnny's stand very still
the thumpires 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 round his
And Harold Demure, from art
Nips up the nearest tree, come the cavalry

Amidst the battle roar, accountants the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, getting a radiophone
The bluebells are for sweet meal Sam, real ham
Handin' out bread and jam just like any 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 kids hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in security trade, got it made
The shops that need aid are those that haven't

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

called me the reverend when I entered the church unstained
My employers have changed but the has remained
All began when I went on a tour, hoping to find 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 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 caught hold of my soul and a called out "Shoot!"

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

He told me of his foundation
on sight of the Woodstock nation
He'd had to hide his
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

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

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

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

Up, up above the
Inside their silver cloud, done
The and brazen 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,

Along the road, its the end of the day
And the clouds roll
Each has got its load, they'll come out for the
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 barons a coin to settle the score