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 we'll go where spirits us to Heaven or to Hell
And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so

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

From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammer 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 Somers Town a K M R I A
transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
We'll the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye,

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

Going transmetropolitan,
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve to the beauty that's Lane
Going transmetropolitan,
We'll drink the rat's piss, 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 here for a long time and we'll 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 House with a two bob bit to the Scottish shores
transmetropolitan
Well drink the rats piss, the shite
And Im not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye,