Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Working Class Rip Off

Chorus: it just 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, macho stance
aggressive fist, another arsehole pissed
Another vicious threat, a stream of blood stained
Another bottle waved in the air, another battle 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 does that mean?
Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only you've seen?
Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all
Muscles all akimbo as they boot another door
Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in head
When you're just a pathetic victim of the media been fed
lost in your own self pity, you've bought the system's lie
They box us up and sit as we struggle with the knots 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, shit
When it looks like the people could a win
The system makes sure that the goes in
it's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Just another fucking rip off, a fucking ploy
It's the greatest working rip 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 attacked the barriers of colour, and creed
But look at how it is now, do you really think you're freed?
Punk once stood for freedom, not violence, and hate
Punk's got nothing to do with what trying to create
Anarchy, violence, chaos? You mindless jerks
you see you're talking about the way the system works
Throughout our bloody force has been the game
The message that you offer is just the fucking
You're puppets to the system with mindless violent stance
right you fuckers, sneer at us cos we say "Give Peace A Chance"
Punk is dead you wankers, cos you it through and through
In your world of chaos, what you gonna do?
Is Top Of The Pops the way in which you show how you care?
You take off now to the USA and spread message there?
Well and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing
The only thing ever change will be the song you sing
Cos when you've bought your Royce car and your luxury Penthouse Flat
You'll be looking down your nose and saying "Punk, 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 always
Punk's the people's music so you can your ideas of class
just the way the system keep you sitting on your arse
Class, class, class, that's all you fucking
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
It's the human sell off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip off, it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi
Punk's the peoples music and I don't care they're from
Black or white, punk or skin, there ain't no right or
all just human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good
You can stuff your false divisions cos together I know we
Beat the system, beat its
Ain't got no class, I ain't a
the system, beat its law
Ain't got no cos I know there's more
Beat the system, beat its
Ain't got no colour, all the same
People, people, not colour, class or
Don't the people, destroy their power and their greed