Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Working Class Rip Off

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

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