Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a
Of V P wine and cider we can hardly think
And we'll go where take us to Heaven or to Hell
And kick up bloody in the town we love so well

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

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

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

From five-bob bet in William Hills to a Soho dream
From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Tottenham Court Road ice
We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed on the way we'll kill and
When you haven't got a penny, boys it's all the same

Going transmetropolitan,
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve to the beauty that's Mill
Going transmetropolitan,
drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye

This has done us dirty, this town has bled us dry
We've been here for a long time and be here 'til we die
So we'll finish off the leavings of blood and glue and
And burn this bloody city in the summer of the year

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