Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

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

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

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

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

And Georgie moves in on the left
a chain flying round his head
And Harold Demure, from art
Nips up the nearest tree, here the cavalry

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

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

"I do my double-show quick" Mick the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I sold holiday, the minute they leave
Then a visit I pay an' it pay"
His friend, Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth fame
Said, "I'm breaking the of the bastard that got me framed"
I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me

They called me the reverend when I entered the unstained
My employers have changed but the name has
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 closed my eyes
So she the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the nob, came out on his job to see the trouble was

"Louise, is the hard to please? "
"You're me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if its not too
We could you in our old-fashioned Stafford shire plate? "
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute"
But the devil caught of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Up, up above the
their silver cloud, done proud
The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the
The got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles out the lot
With tea from a pot just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

Along the road, its the end of the day
And the clouds away
Each has got its load, come out for the count
At the of day

When the limos return for their review, it's 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