Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

In the parks of England we'll sit and have a drink
Of V P and cider 'till we can hardly think
And we'll go spirits take us to Heaven or to Hell
And kick up bloody murder in the town we so well

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From the dear old of Kings Cross to the doors of the I C A
transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's piss, the shite
And I'm not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye,

From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Smith's sightly shores
We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the
lechers up in Whitehall and queers in the G L C
And when we've done those bastards in we'll the BBC

Going transmetropolitan,
From Surrey to Somers Town with a K M R I A
Going transmetropolitan,
We'll drink the rat's piss, the shite
And I'm not home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye

From five-bob bet in William Hills to a sex-shop dream
From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Court Road ice cream
We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed on the way we'll and maim
When you haven't got a penny, boys it's all the bloody

Going transmetropolitan,
From Pentonville Road on a eve to the beauty that's Mill Lane
Going transmetropolitan,
drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye,

This town has done us dirty, this has bled us dry
We've been here for a long time and we'll be here we die
So we'll finish off the leavings of and glue and beer
And burn this bloody down in the summer of the year

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From Arlington with a two bob bit to the Scottish shores today
Going
Well drink the piss, kick the shite
And Im not going tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye