Luyện nghe bài hát When The Whistle Blows

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

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

Send him off to the, the
What do you mean he was offside?
Ain't you flippin' opened 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 fucking
You was meters away, mate, us a break

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

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

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

Fucking tackle, do you mean your ankle?
Ref's pulling your leg, I can see from this
That's not a fucking card, off, never
He's not fucking hurt, he's trying to be fucking
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 getting 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 Guerro takes it in
on boys, sort out your fucking selection

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

Fucking hell keeper, keep on toes
He's swing 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 fuck no, I fucking it
I fucking knew it, gone and blew it
At 5 on the clock we had the in the bag
Was winning the nag, now heading out
Must have had the idea
We're our heads in doubt

I've down the drain 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 mean who got

A fucking penalty, now in with a shout
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
What the f, the, what the fuck's wrong with this TV?