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 the keeper
Have a word the linesman flagging on your left

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

Send him off to the, the
What do you mean he was fucking
Ain't you flippin' your eyes?
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 fucking
You was away, mate, give us a break

We take it out of your pocket
That's out of order, ref, how come?
You quick to book him, what has he done?
What do you for dissent and recent comments
I was just having some fun?

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

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

Fucking tackle, what do you mean your
Ref's pulling your leg, I can see from this
That's not a fucking card, fuck off,
He's not fucking hurt, he's to be fucking clever
Hold your tongue, Paul, son, it together

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

But a free in our direction
at the edge of the box we'll need protection
Oh shit, El takes it in discretion
on boys, sort out your 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, I'll be the sack
Not to mention my head in the sun axed

Fucking hell keeper, keep on your
He's swing it up in the corner, here he goes
On your right son, shit, I can his flow
It's curling, it's curling, let it go

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

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

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