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 the keeper
Have a with the linesman flagging on your left

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

him off to the, the bench
What do you mean he was fucking
you flippin' opened your eyes?
He was through on the

And his foot to score in the top corner to equalize
Ref, he should be taking the kick
Are you a fucking
You was away, mate, give us a break

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

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

It's sense lads, fucking common sense
All the fucking balls stay on
Defense, defend, only got 20 to go till the end
is the keeper playing at?
Stay on fucking line, Matt stay on his back

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

Or that be you in the fucking black book
And that's far a fucking happy 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 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 selection

He places the ball, then goes takes six back
There's a hole in the wall, please fill the gap
If he fucking scores, I'll be 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 right son, shit, I can read his flow
It's curling, curling, don't let it go

Oh fuck no, I fucking 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
have had the right idea
We're scratching our in doubt

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

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