Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

In the rosy of England we'll sit and have a drink
Of V P wine and cider 'till we can think
And go where spirits take us to Heaven or to Hell
And kick up 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
transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
We'll the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye

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

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From Docks to Somers Town with a K M R I 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 bet in William Hills to a Soho sex-shop dream
a fried 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 got a penny, boys it's all the bloody same

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

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

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