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, cars, super scars
For today is the day when sort it out, sort it out
they disagree on a gangland boundary
They on a gangland boundary

There's Willy Wright and his boys, one noise
That's Billy's boys fully-fashioned mugs
That's John's thugs, the barking slugs, super smugs
For today is the day when they 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 right outside door

And you ain't seen like it
No, you ain't seen like it
Not since the 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 gentleman's bout

And Georgie moves in on the left
With a chain round his head
And Harold Demure, 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 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 his pile on derby night
When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so did
And now workin' hard in security trade, he's got it made
The that need aid are those that haven't paid

"I do my quick" Said Mick the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I cheap holiday, the minute they leave
Then a I pay an' does it pay"
His friend, liquid Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth
Said, "I'm the legs 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 church
My employers have changed but the has remained
All began when I went on a tour, hoping to find furniture
I a sign, it said, 'Beautiful Chest"
It led to a lady who me her best

She was taken by when I quickly closed my eyes
So she rang the bell, and 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 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 when I met little John
His name came, I
the judge said, "You're a robbing hood"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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