Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

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

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From the dear old streets of Kings Cross to the of the I C A
Going transmetropolitan,
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 all the whores
There's up in Whitehall and queers in the G L C
And when we've done those bastards in storm the BBC

Going transmetropolitan,
From Surrey to Somers 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 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
When you haven't got a penny, boys it's all the same

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

This has done us dirty, this town has bled us dry
We've been here for a 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 House with a two bob bit to the Scottish shores today
Going
Well the rats piss, kick the shite
And Im not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye,