Luyện nghe bài hát The Irony Of It All

Hello, hello, my Terry and I'm a law-abider
nothin' I like more than gettin' fired up on beer
And when the weekend's
I my right to get paralytic and fight

Bloke fairly
But I get well when geezers look at me funny
'em round like bunnies
I'm to cause mischief

clean grief you must believe
And I ain't no thief, and all, all legal
And who cares about my liver when it good?
What you need is some manhood

Rasher, rasher, burnin' up
Puttin' people's up
Public disorder, I'll give you public
I eight pints and run all over the place

Spit in the face of an officer, see if that ya
'Cause I never a law in my life
day I'm gonna settle down with a wife
Come on lads let's have fight

Um, hello, my Tim and I'm a criminal
In the eyes of society I need to be in
For the choice of herbs I
This no wholesale operation

a few eighths and some play station's my vocation
I pose a threat to the
And down the the police hold no patience
Let's talk and time

I to get deep sometimes
And think Einstein and Carl Jung
And old Kung Fu I like to see
Pass the hydrator please, yeah, I'm on thin air

to Amsterdam in the New Year, top gear there
'Cause I take pride in my
Home-made bongs using my degree
"Dear leaders, please legalize for these reasons"

Like I was saying to him, I told him, "Fuck me and you won't live"
So I smacked him in the and downed another carling
Bada bada bing, for the like, mad fight
His face a sad sight, and Snake Bite

Going on like a geez, he's a twat
have looked at me like that
Anyway, I'm an upstandin'
If a war came along I'd be on the line with 'em

stand crime either, them hooligans
On heroin, and criminals
Those thugs are the pinnacle of the downfall of
I've got all the anger pent up of me

You know, I don't see why I should be the
How can somethin' with no fatalities be illegal?
And how deaths are there per year from alcohol?
I just completed gran turismo on the hardest

We no threat on my city
Ooh, the pizza's here, will someone let him in
We didn't chicken
Not a problem, pick it out

I doubt they to mess us about
After all we're all adults, not
As I was sayin', we're friendly peaceful
We're not the ones out there trouble

We just sit in this hazy bubble with our
how beautiful Gail Porter is
MTV, BBC 2, Channel 4 is on six in the mornin'
Then six in the the sun dawns and it's my bedtime

trouble?
Your stinkin' boys
I'm the lad who's spoilin' it
You're on

It really me when people try and tell me I'm a thug
Just for gettin' drunk, I like drunk
'Cause I'm an citizen
If a war came along I'd be on the front with 'em

Now Terry, repeatin' yourself
But that's okay, drunk people can't that
A chemical happenin' inside your brain
you to forget what you're sayin'

What? I exactly what I'm sayin'
I'm sane
You stinkin' lameo
Go get a job and stop us of our taxes

Um, well actually accordin' to
Government fundin' for further pales in insignificance
When compared to how they spend on repairin' leery drunk people At the weekend, in casualty wards all over the land

Why you little swine come here
I'm batter ya, come here