Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Working Class Rip Off

Chorus: Ain't it a rip of, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it a rip of, oi, oi, oi
it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi
What a rip off, oi, oi, oi
Another glance, another macho stance
Another aggressive fist, another pissed
Another threat, a stream of blood stained sweat
Another bottle waved in the air, another battle with and fear

Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't there nothing better to
Why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really
You tell me you're a working class loser, well what the does that mean?
Is the weekly at the boozer gonna be the only action you've seen?
Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all
Muscles all akimbo as boot down another door
Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in another
When just a pathetic victim of the media you've been fed
You're lost in own self pity, you've bought the system's lie
They box us up and sit as we struggle with the knots they tie
Okay, so you're about one thing, no-one's got the right to shit on you
But what's the of shitting on yourself, what's that gonna do?
Working hero beats up middle class twit
Media labels, system's
When it looks like the people score a win
The makes sure that the boot goes in
Yeah it's the greatest class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Just another rip off, a fucking media ploy
It's the working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip off, it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi
Punk attacked the barriers of colour, and creed
But look at how it is now, do you really think you're freed?
Punk once stood for freedom, not violence, greed and
Punk's got nothing to do with what trying to create
Anarchy, violence, chaos? You fucking jerks
Can't you see you're talking the way the system works
Throughout our bloody force has been the game
The message that you offer is just the fucking
You're puppets to the system with your mindless violent
right you fuckers, sneer at us cos we say "Give Peace A Chance"
Punk is dead you wankers, cos you killed it through and
In your violent world of chaos, what you do?
Is Top Of The Pops the way in which you show how much you
You take off now to the USA and spread your there?
Well mouth and trousers, sonny boy, never a thing
The only thing that'll change will be the song you sing
Cos when bought your Rolls Royce car and your luxury Penthouse Flat
be looking down your nose and saying "Punk, dear chap, what's that?"
You'll be the working class hero with middle class dream
And the world will be the same as the world has been
the people's music so you can stuff your ideas of class
That's just the way the system keep you sitting on arse
Class, class, class, all you fucking hear
Middle class, working class, I don't care
It's the greatest class rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a rip off, oi, oi, oi
It's the greatest human 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
Punk's the peoples music and I don't care they're from
Black or white, punk or skin, there ain't no right or
We're all just beings, some of us rotten, some of us good
You can stuff your divisions cos together I know we could
the system, beat its rule
Ain't got no class, I a fool
Beat the system, its law
Ain't got no religion cos I know more
Beat the system, beat its
Ain't got no colour, all the same
People, people, not colour, or creed
Don't destroy the people, destroy power and their greed