Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

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

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From the dear old streets of Cross to the doors of the I C A
transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
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 Smith's shores
scare 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 bastards in we'll the BBC

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

From five-bob bet in Hills to a Soho sex-shop 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 got a penny, boys it's all the bloody same

Going transmetropolitan,
From Road on a sunset eve to the beauty that's Mill Lane
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

town has done us dirty, this 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 of blood and glue and beer
And burn this bloody city in the summer of the year

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From Arlington with 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