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 the keeper
Have a word with the linesman on your left

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

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

And his right 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 were quick to book him, what has he
What do you mean for dissent and comments
When I was just having some

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

It's common sense lads, fucking common
All the fucking stay on offense
Defense, defend, we've got 20 to go till the end
What is the playing at?
Stay on your line, Matt stay on his back

Fucking tackle, what do you mean your
Ref's pulling your leg, I can see 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 could be you in the fucking book
And that's far from a happy look
We dropped down the drain, getting 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 need
Oh shit, El Guerro takes it in
on boys, sort out your fucking selection

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

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

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

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