Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

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

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

And you ain't seen nothing it
No, you seen nothing like it
Not the civil war

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

And moves in on the outside left
With a chain flying round his
And Harold Demure, from art
Nips up the nearest tree, here the cavalry

Amidst the battle roar, accountants the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for sweet meal Sam, ham
Handin' out and jam just like 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 other kids hid, so did
And now workin' hard in security trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are those that paid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under
But the jug hits Len right in the mug
And Harold Demure, still not quite sure
Fires acorns out of his sling, here come the cavalry

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

Along the road, its the end of the day
And the roll away
Each has got its load, come out for the count
At the of day

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