Luyện nghe bài hát When The Whistle Blows

Oi ref, you blatantly saw his leg
Clipping Ryan in the box, a red
He was one on one the keeper
Have a with the linesman flagging on your left

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or that could be you in the fucking 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 caution, nearly had me shook

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

He places the ball, then goes takes six back
There's a hole in the wall, someone fill the gap
If he fucking scores, I'll be facing the
Not to my head in the sun getting axed

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

Oh no, I fucking knew it
I fucking knew it, we've gone and it
At 5 on the clock we had the in the bag
Was winning the nag, now heading out
have had the right idea
We're our heads in doubt

I've gone down the drain and another
When me and the lads all meet down the 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 a shout
I cant believe it, on, Jase, do us proud
Come on mate, on mate, to your left
To left mate, come on, you can do it
What the f, what the, what the fuck's with this TV?