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 should be with 10 men
He was well past the line, past
What the are they saying?
Come on, the delay?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 fucking selection

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

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

Oh no, I fucking knew it
I fucking knew it, we've gone and 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 gone down the drain and another
When me and the lads all meet the Flushing Dam
2 minutes left, as well check the oven now
Who? Us? When? I mean who got fouled?

A fucking penalty, now in with a shout
I cant believe it, come on, Jase, do us
Come on mate, 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?