Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

In the rosy parks of England sit and have a drink
Of V P and cider 'till we can hardly think
And we'll go where 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 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 and worry all the whores
There's up in Whitehall and queers in the G L C
And when we've done 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, kick the
And I'm not home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye

From five-bob bet in William Hills to a sex-shop dream
From a fried egg in to a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and 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 drink the 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
been 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 down in the summer of the

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