Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

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

Going transmetropolitan,
From the dear old streets of Cross to the doors of the I C 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 Brixton's lovely boulevards to Smith's sightly shores
We'll the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores
There's lechers up in and queers in the G L C
And when we've done those in we'll storm the BBC

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

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

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
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, town has bled us dry
We've been here for a long time and be here 'til we die
So we'll finish off the leavings of blood and glue and
And burn this bloody city down in the of the year

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