Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle of Epping Forest

Along the forest there's hundreds of cars, luxury cars
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cars, super scars
For is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
'Cause they disagree on a boundary
They disagree on a gangland

There's Willy Wright and his boys, one helluva
That's boys with fully-fashioned mugs
That's little John's thugs, the barking slugs, smugs
For is the day when they sort it out, sort it out

Yes, these Christian soldiers fight to protect the
East end heroes got to score in the of Epping forest
Yes, it's the battle of Epping forest right outside door

And you seen nothing like it
No, you seen nothing like it
Not since the war

Comin' over the hill are the boys of
And Johnny's lads stand still
With the thumpires shout, they all start to
There's no guns in this bout

And moves in on the outside left
a chain flying round his head
And Harold Demure, art literature
up the nearest tree, here come the cavalry

Amidst the battle roar, accountants the score, 10-4
They've been alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for meal Sam, real ham
Handin' out bread and jam just any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

It's 5 to 4 on William Wright, he his pile on derby night
When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the kids hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in security trade, got it made
The shops that need aid are those that paid

"I do my double-show quick" Said Mick the prick, out the Nick
"I sold cheap holiday, the minute leave
Then a I pay an' does it pay"
His friend, liquid Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth
Said, "I'm the legs of the bastard that got me framed"
I'm breaking the legs of the bastard got me framed, got me framed

They called me the reverend when I entered the church
My employers have changed but the has remained
All when I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
I followed a sign, it said, Chest"
It led to a lady who showed me her

She was by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes
So she rang the bell, and quick as
Bob the nob, came out on his job to see the trouble was

"Louise, is the reverend hard to "
"You're me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if its not too
We interest you in our old-fashioned Stafford shire plate? "
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute"
But the caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

To save my steeple, I people
For this I'd gone when I met little
His name came, I
When the said, "You're a robbing hood"

He told me of his strange
on sight of the Woodstock nation
He'd had to his reputation
When poor, 'twas salvation from to door

But now, with a pin-up guru week
It was love, peace and incorporated for all who seek
He employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, overall charms
His hands were then fit to receive, receive

That's why we're in the battle of forest
Yes, it's the of Epping forest
Right outside your

We guard souls for peanuts
And we guard your and houses
For just a little more, just a more

In with a left hook is the bethnal butcher
But hes countered on the right by chain-gang fight
And liquid Len, his smashed bottle men
Is Bob the nob across the gob

With his in a mess, Bob seems under stress
But Jones the jug Len right in the mug
And Harold Demure, who's not quite sure
Fires acorns from out of his sling, come the cavalry

Up, up the crowd
Inside their cloud, done proud
The bold and brazen brass, darkly through the glass
The got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles out the lot
With tea a silver pot just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic

Along the road, its the end of the day
And the clouds away
Each has got its load, they'll come out for the
At the of day

the limos return for their final review, it's all through
All they can see is the goo
"There's no one left alive, be a draw"
So the black cap barons a coin to settle the score