Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

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

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

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

over the hill are the boys of Bill
And Johnny's lads very still
the thumpires shout, they all start to clout
There's no in this gentleman's bout

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

Amidst the roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
They've never alone, after getting a radiophone
The are ringing 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 was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now after workin' in security trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are that haven't paid

"I do my quick" Said Mick the prick, fresh out the Nick
"I sold cheap holiday, the minute leave
a visit I pay an' does it pay"
His friend, liquid Len by name, of wine, women and 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 called me the reverend I entered the church unstained
My employers have changed but the has remained
All began when I went on a tour, to find some furniture
I a sign, it said, 'Beautiful Chest"
It led to a lady who showed me her

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 the trouble was

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems 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 the cavalry

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

Along the 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 left alive, be a draw"
So the black cap barons toss a coin to the score