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
a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi
Another threatening glance, another macho
Another fist, another arsehole pissed
vicious threat, a stream of blood stained sweat
Another bottle waved in the air, another battle tension and fear

Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't nothing better to give?
Why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really
You tell me you're a class loser, well what the fuck does that mean?
Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only action you've
Are you be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all before
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 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 on yourself, what's that gonna do?
Working class hero up middle class twit
labels, system's shit
When it looks like the people score a win
The system makes that the boot goes in
Yeah it's the greatest working rip off, oi, oi, oi
Just another fucking rip off, a fucking media
It's the working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it a rip off, oi
Punk attacked the 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, and hate
Punk's got to do with what you're trying to create
Anarchy, violence, chaos? You fucking jerks
Can't you see you're talking about the way the works
Throughout our history force has been the game
The message that you is just the fucking same
puppets to the system with your mindless violent stance
That's you fuckers, sneer at us cos we say "Give Peace A Chance"
Punk is you wankers, cos you killed it through and through
In your violent of chaos, what you gonna do?
Is Top Of The the way in which you show how much you care?
You take off now to the USA and your message there?
Well mouth and trousers, boy, never changed a thing
The thing that'll ever change will be the song you sing
Cos you've bought your Rolls Royce car and your luxury Penthouse Flat
You'll be looking down your nose and saying "Punk, dear chap, that?"
You'll be the working class hero with your middle dream
And the world will be the same as the has always been
Punk's the people's music so you can your ideas of class
That's just the way the keep you sitting on your arse
Class, class, class, that's all you fucking
Middle class, working class, I don't care
It's the greatest class rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a rip off, oi, oi, oi
It's the greatest human 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 care where they're from
or white, punk or skin, there ain't no right or wrong
We're all just beings, some of us rotten, some of us good
You can stuff false divisions cos together I know we could
Beat the system, its rule
Ain't got no class, I ain't a
the system, beat its law
Ain't got no religion cos I know there's
Beat the system, its game
got no colour, we're all the same
People, people, not colour, class or
Don't destroy the people, their power and their greed