Luyện nghe bài hát When The Whistle Blows

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's sense lads, fucking common sense
All the fucking balls stay on
Defense, defend, only got 20 to go till the end
What is the keeper 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 angle
That's not a fucking card, off, never
He's not fucking hurt, he's 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 happy look
We dropped down the drain, fancy some hooks
Fuck's sake, is he off? Or is he off the
a fucking caution, nearly had me shook

But a free in our direction
Right at the edge of the box we'll protection
Oh shit, El Guerro takes it in
Come on boys, out your fucking selection

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

Fucking hell keeper, on your 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 knew it
I fucking knew it, we've and blew it
At 5 on the we had the game in the bag
Was winning the nag, now heading out
Must had the right idea
scratching our heads in doubt

I've gone down the and another round
When me and the lads all down the Flushing Dam
2 minutes left, might as well check the now
Who? Us? When? How? I 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 your mate, come on, you can do it
the f, what the, what the fuck's wrong with this TV?