Luyện nghe bài hát When The Whistle Blows

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

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

Send him off to the, the
What do you mean he was 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 should be taking the kick
Are you a alcoholic?
You was away, mate, give us a break

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

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

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

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

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

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

He places the ball, then takes six steps back
There's a hole in the wall, please fill the gap
If he fucking scores, I'll be facing the
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
curling, it's curling, don't let it go

Oh fuck no, I knew it
I fucking it, we've gone and blew it
At 5 on the we had the game in the bag
Was the nag, now we're heading out
Must had the right idea
scratching 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 with a
I believe it, come on, Jase, do us proud
Come on mate, come on mate, to left
To left mate, come on, you can do it
What the f, what the, what the wrong with this TV?