Luyện nghe bài hát When The Whistle Blows

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

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

Send him off to the, the
What do you he was fucking offside?
Ain't you opened your eyes?
He was on the ball

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

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

He just 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 game

It's common lads, fucking common sense
All the balls stay on offense
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

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 hurt, he's 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 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
Right at the edge of the box we'll need
Oh shit, El takes it in discretion
Come on boys, sort out your fucking

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 facing the
Not to my head in the sun getting axed

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

Oh no, I fucking knew it
I fucking 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 scratching our heads in

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

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