Luyện nghe bài hát When The Whistle Blows

Oi ref, you blatantly saw his leg
Clipping Ryan in the box, a red
He was one on one with the
Have a word with the linesman flagging on left

I they should be playing with 10 men
He was past the line, past defense
the fuck are they saying?
Come on, the delay?

him off to the, the bench
What do you mean he was fucking
Ain't you flippin' opened your
He was on the ball

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

We don't take it out of your
That's fucking out of order, ref, how
You were quick to book him, what has he
What do you mean for dissent and comments
When I was having some fun?

He shakes his head and fucking walks away
There's 10 left, it's always his way
Every time we've met, he's up the day
Without the referee, it'd be a fairer

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

tackle, what do you mean your ankle?
Ref's pulling leg, I can see from this angle
not a fucking card, fuck off, never
He's not fucking hurt, trying to be fucking clever
Hold your tongue, Paul, son, it together

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

But a kick in our direction
Right at the edge of the box need protection
Oh shit, El Guerro takes it in
Come on boys, sort out your fucking

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

Fucking hell keeper, keep on toes
He's 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 knew it
I fucking knew it, gone and blew it
At 5 on the we had the game in the bag
Was winning the nag, now we're out
Must have had the idea
We're our heads in doubt

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

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