Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Working Class Rip Off

Chorus: Ain't it a rip of, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it a rip of, oi, oi, oi
it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi
What a rip off, oi, oi, oi
Another threatening glance, another stance
Another aggressive fist, another pissed
Another threat, a stream of blood stained sweat
Another waved in the air, another battle with tension and fear

Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't there nothing better to
Why fuck up the chance to be yourself and really live?
You tell me you're a working class loser, well what the fuck does that
Is the weekly at the boozer gonna be the only action you've seen?
Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all
Muscles all akimbo as they down another door
Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in another
When you're just a pathetic victim of the you've been fed
lost in your own self pity, you've bought the system's lie
They box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the they tie
Okay, so you're right one thing, no-one's got the right to shit on you
But what's the point of shitting on yourself, that gonna do?
Working class hero beats up middle class
Media labels, system's
When it looks like the could score a win
The system makes sure the boot goes in
Yeah it's the greatest working rip off, oi, oi, oi
Just another fucking rip off, a fucking ploy
the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, it just a rip off, oi
Punk attacked the of colour, class and creed
But look at how it is right now, do you think you're freed?
Punk once for freedom, not violence, greed and hate
Punk's got nothing to do what you're trying to create
Anarchy, violence, chaos? You fucking jerks
Can't you see talking about the way the system works
Throughout our bloody force has been the game
The message that you is just the fucking same
You're puppets to the system with your mindless stance
That's right you fuckers, at us cos we say "Give Peace A Chance"
Punk is dead you wankers, cos you it through and through
In your violent world of chaos, you gonna do?
Is Top Of The Pops the way in which you show how much you
You off now to the USA and spread your message there?
mouth and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing
The only that'll ever change will be the song you sing
Cos when you've bought your Rolls Royce car and your luxury Flat
You'll be looking down your nose and "Punk, dear chap, what's that?"
You'll be the working class hero with your class dream
And the world will be the same as the has always been
Punk's the people's music so you can stuff your of class
just the way the system keep you sitting on your arse
Class, class, class, all you fucking hear
Middle class, working class, I don't care
It's the working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi
It's the greatest human off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, it just a rip off, oi
Punk's the peoples music and I don't where they're from
Black or white, punk or skin, there no right or wrong
We're all just human beings, some of us rotten, some of us
You can stuff your divisions cos together I know we could
the system, beat its rule
Ain't got no class, I ain't a
the system, beat its law
Ain't got no religion cos I know more
the system, beat its game
Ain't got no colour, all the same
People, people, not colour, class or
Don't the people, destroy their power and their greed