Luyện nghe bài hát Second - Hand Car Spiv

Sung by spiv, flash &

Spiv: I was a slum gutter infantile,
educated, delinquent juvenile.
I am a product of produced factory fodder,
Streets full of tenement blocks, rat filth and squalor.
I left school, went straight on the
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 don't judge me because I'm just a slum kid.
I built up my business with a wit and fist,
So don't me or my hoods will dissect you
their black jacks and shiv.
Slum never get a break, they've got to fight their way up.
and deal, beg and steal,
Sweat blood to a buck.
I didn't want to work on the floor,
I wasn't content, I wanted
Than to be a of a lathe,
all day and go home bored.
So a second- car spiv was what I became.
I built an empire because I my brains.

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

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

once 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.

Chorus: the is at his feet.

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