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 us to Heaven or to Hell
And kick up murder in the town we love so well

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From the dear old of Kings Cross to the doors of the I C A
transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's piss, the shite
And I'm not going tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye

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

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

From five-bob bet in William Hills to a sex-shop dream
From a egg in Valtaro's to a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
We'll and lurch, get nicked 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 Road on a eve to the beauty that's Mill Lane
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

This town has done us dirty, 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 leavings of and glue and beer
And burn this bloody down in the summer of the year

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