Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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

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

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

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

over the hill are the boys of Bill
And Johnny's lads very still
With the shout, they all start to clout
There's no in this gentleman's bout

And Georgie moves in on the outside
a chain flying round his head
And Demure, from art literature
Nips up the tree, here come the cavalry

Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score,
They've never alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for meal Sam, real ham
Handin' out bread and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic,

It's 5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his on derby night
When was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in trade, he's got it made
The shops need aid are those that haven't paid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the forest 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

When the limos return for their 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 toss a coin to settle the