Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

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

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

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

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

From five-bob bet in William Hills to a Soho dream
From a fried egg in 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 it's all the same

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

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

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