Luyện nghe bài hát When The Whistle Blows

Oi ref, you saw his left leg
Ryan in the box, that's a red
He was one on one with the
Have a with the linesman flagging on your left

I mean they should be with 10 men
He was well past the line, defense
What the fuck are they
on, what's the delay?

Send him off to the, the
do you mean he was fucking offside?
Ain't you flippin' your eyes?
He was through on the

And his right foot to score in the top to equalize
Ref, he be taking the spot kick
Are you a alcoholic?
You was away, mate, give us a break

We don't take it out of your
fucking out of order, ref, how come?
You were to book him, what has he done?
What do you mean for dissent and recent
When I was just some fun?

He just shakes his head and fucking walks
10 minutes left, it's always his way
Every time we've met, fucked up the day
the referee, it'd be a fairer game

It's common sense lads, fucking common
All the balls stay on offense
Defense, defend, we've got 20 to go till the end
What is the playing at?
on your fucking line, Matt stay on his back

Fucking tackle, do you mean your ankle?
Ref's pulling your leg, I can see this angle
That's not a fucking card, fuck off,
He's not fucking hurt, he's trying to be fucking
your tongue, Paul, son, keep it together

Or could be you in the fucking black book
And that's far from a fucking look
We down the drain, fancy getting some hooks
Fuck's sake, is he off? Or is he off the
Only a fucking caution, had me shook

But a free kick in our
Right at the of the box we'll need protection
Oh shit, El Guerro takes it in
Come on boys, sort out fucking selection

He the ball, then goes takes six steps back
There's a hole in the wall, someone please the gap
If he fucking scores, be facing the sack
Not to mention my in the sun getting axed

Fucking hell keeper, keep on your
gonna swing it up in the corner, here he goes
On your son, shit, I can read his flow
curling, it's curling, don't let it go

Oh fuck no, I fucking it
I fucking knew it, we've gone and it
At 5 on the clock we had the in the bag
Was winning the nag, now we're out
have had the right idea
We're our heads in doubt

I've gone down the drain and another
When me and the lads all meet down the Dam
2 minutes left, might as check the oven now
Who? Us? How? I mean who got fouled?

A penalty, now we're in with a shout
I cant believe it, on, Jase, do us proud
on mate, come on mate, to your left
To your mate, come on, you can do it
What the f, what the, the fuck's wrong with this TV?