Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

In the parks of England we'll sit and have a drink
Of V P wine and cider we can hardly think
And we'll go spirits take us to Heaven 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 drink the 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 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,
From Surrey Docks to Town with a K M R I A
Going transmetropolitan,
We'll drink the piss, kick the shite
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 Valtaro's to a Tottenham Road ice cream
We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed on the way we'll kill and
When you got a penny, boys it's all the bloody same

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve to the beauty that's Lane
transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the piss, kick the shite
And I'm not home 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 here we die
So we'll finish off the leavings of and glue and beer
And this bloody city down in the summer of the year

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