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 glance, another macho stance
Another aggressive fist, another arsehole
Another vicious threat, a stream of blood stained
Another bottle waved in the air, battle with tension and fear

Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't there nothing to give?
Why fuck up the only 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 gonna be the only action seen?
Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we've it all before
Muscles all akimbo as they down another door
you see yourself as the hero as you boot in another head
When you're just a victim of the media you've been fed
You're lost in own self pity, you've bought the system's lie
box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the knots they tie
Okay, so you're right about one thing, no-one's got the to shit on you
But what's the point of on yourself, what's that gonna do?
Working hero beats up middle class twit
Media labels, system's
When it looks like the could score a win
The system makes that the boot goes in
Yeah it's the greatest class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Just another fucking rip off, a fucking ploy
It's the 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 the barriers of colour, class and creed
But look at how it is right now, do you really think you're
Punk once stood for freedom, not violence, greed and
Punk's got to do with what you're trying to create
Anarchy, violence, You mindless fucking jerks
Can't you see you're talking the way the system works
Throughout our bloody history has been the game
The message that you offer is the fucking same
You're puppets to the with your mindless violent stance
That's right you fuckers, sneer at us cos we say "Give A Chance"
Punk is dead you wankers, cos you killed it and through
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 spread your there?
Well mouth and trousers, boy, never changed a thing
The only thing ever change will be the song you sing
Cos when you've bought your Rolls Royce car and your luxury Penthouse
You'll be looking down your and saying "Punk, dear chap, what's that?"
You'll be the working hero with your middle class dream
And the world will be the same as the world has been
Punk's the people's so you can stuff your ideas of class
That's just the way the system keep you sitting on arse
Class, class, class, all you fucking hear
Middle class, working class, I don't fucking
It's the greatest working rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a rip off, oi, oi, oi
the greatest human sell off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi
Punk's the music and I don't care where they're from
Black or white, punk or skin, there no right or wrong
We're all human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good
You can stuff your false divisions cos together I we could
Beat the system, beat its
Ain't got no class, I a fool
Beat the system, its law
Ain't got no cos I know there's more
the system, beat its game
Ain't got no colour, all the same
People, people, not colour, or creed
Don't destroy the people, destroy their power and greed