Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

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

Going transmetropolitan,
From the old streets of Kings 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 home tonight, yip-ay-aye,

From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammer 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 we've those bastards in we'll storm the BBC

Going transmetropolitan,
From Surrey 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 five-bob bet in William Hills to a Soho sex-shop
From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Tottenham Court 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,
Pentonville 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 finish off the of blood and glue and beer
And burn bloody city down in the summer of the year

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