Luyện nghe bài hát Second - Hand Car Spiv

Sung by spiv, flash &

I was born a slum gutter infantile,
Brute-force educated, juvenile.
I am a product of mass factory fodder,
Streets full of tenement blocks, rat filth and squalor.
I left school, went on the dole
And no enjoyment,
Welfare state owned my mind and my and my soul.
So I my way up to be a second-hand car spiv,
But judge me harshly because I'm just a slum kid.
I up my business with a quick wit and fist,
So don't double-cross me or my hoods dissect you
With their jacks and shiv.
Slum kids never get a break, got to fight their way up.
and deal, beg and steal,
Sweat blood to a buck.
I didn't to work on the factory floor,
I wasn't content, I wanted
Than to be a of a lathe,
all day and go home bored.
So a second- hand car spiv was I became.
I built an because I used my brains.

Chorus: he was a second-hand car spiv up the slums,
So don't judge him because he's just a slum kid.
Then he moved property, stocks and shares,

and into high finance and you've got to agree
That running a multi-million
beats selling cars second-hand.

Chorus: he sold old worn out heaps to the punters on the street,

Spiv: now I'm in control of the as a whole,
And the is at my feet.

the world is at his feet.

Spiv: power, power, I've got oozing out of me,
And you think of all the things I've done
It a lot for one
Who his way up from the streets.
Yes I'm a car spiv.
Do a deal, buy and sell,
my trade, I know it well.
Make a sale, the bell
And let the go to hell.
Bank the profits, count the
sucker comes your way.
Life is a game,
And slum never change.