Luyện nghe bài hát It's The Greatest Working Class Rip-Off

Ain't it a rip off, oi, oi, oi
it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it a rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a rip off, oi, oi, oi

Another threatening glance, another stance,
Another aggressive fist, another pissed,
Another vicious threat, a of blood stained sweat,
Another bottle waved in the air, battle with tension and fear.

it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it a rip off, oi, oi, oi
it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a rip off, oi, oi, oi

me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't there nothing better to give?
Why fuck up the chance to be yourself and really live?
You tell me you're a working class loser, well what the fuck does that
Is the fight at the boozer gonna be the only action you've seen?
Are you be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all before,
all akimbo as they boot down another door.
Will you see as the hero as you boot in another head,
When you're a pathetic victim of the media you've been fed.
You're lost in your own pity, you've bought the system's lie,
They box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the they tie.
Okay, so you're right one thing, no-one's got the right to shit on you,
But what's the point of shitting on yourself, what's that do?
Working hero beats up middle class twit,
Media labels, shit.
When it looks like the could score a win,
The system sure that the boot goes in.

it's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Just another fucking rip off, a media ploy
It's the greatest class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it a rip off, oi

attacked the barriers of colour, class and creed,
But look at how it is right now, do you really think you're
Punk once stood for freedom, not violence, and hate,
Punk's got nothing to do what you're trying to create.
Anarchy, violence, chaos? You fucking jerks!
Can't you see you're talking about the way the works?
our bloody history force has been the game,
The message that you offer is just the same.
You're puppets to the system your mindless violent stance,
right you fuckers, sneer at us cos we say "Give peace a chance"
Punk is dead you wankers, cos you killed it and through,
In violent world of chaos, what you gonna do?
Is Top of the Pops the way in which you show how much you
You take off now to the U.S.A. and your message there?
Well mouth and trousers, sonny boy, never a thing,
The only thing that'll ever change will be the you sing,
Cos when you've bought Rolls Royce car and your luxury penthouse flat
You'll be looking your nose and saying "Punk, dear chap, what's that?"
You'll be the working class hero with your middle dream,
And the world will be the same as the world has been.
Punk's the music so you can stuff your ideas of class,
That's just the way the system you sitting on your arse.
Class, class, class, all you fucking hear,
class, working class, I don't fucking care.

It's the working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a rip off, oi, oi, oi
It's the greatest sell off, oi, oi, oi
it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi

Punk's the peoples music and I care where they're from,
Black or white, punk or skin, there ain't no or wrong!
We're all human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good.
You can stuff your false divisions cos I know we could.

Beat the system, beat its
got no class, I ain't a fool
Beat the system, its law
Ain't got no religion cos I know there's
Beat the system, beat its
Ain't got no colour, we're all the
People, people, not colour, class or
Don't destroy the people, destroy their power and greed.