Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

In the parks of England we'll sit and have a drink
Of V P and cider 'till we can hardly think
And we'll go where spirits take us to Heaven or to
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 the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye,

From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammer Smith's shores
We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the
There's up in Whitehall and queers in the G L C
And when we've done bastards in we'll storm the BBC

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From Surrey Docks to Somers with a K M R I 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 five-bob bet in William to a Soho sex-shop dream
From a fried egg in to a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
We'll spew and lurch, get and fixed on the way we'll kill and maim
When you haven't got a penny, it's all the bloody same

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From Pentonville on a sunset eve to the beauty that's Mill Lane
Going transmetropolitan,
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the
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 been here for a long time and we'll be 'til we die
So finish off the leavings of blood and glue and beer
And burn this bloody city down in the summer of the

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