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 we'll go where spirits take us to or to Hell
And kick up bloody in the town we love so well

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From the old streets of Kings Cross to the doors of the I C A
Going transmetropolitan,
drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not home tonight, yip-ay-aye, 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 lechers up in Whitehall and in the G L C
And when we've done those bastards in we'll the BBC

Going transmetropolitan,
Surrey Docks 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 bet in William Hills to a Soho sex-shop dream
From a fried egg in to a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed on the way kill and maim
When you haven't got a penny, boys all the bloody same

Going transmetropolitan,
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve to the that's Mill Lane
Going transmetropolitan,
drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going 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 time and we'll be 'til we die
So we'll finish off the leavings of and glue and beer
And burn this city down in the summer of the year

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