Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

In the parks of England we'll sit and have a drink
Of V P and cider 'till we can hardly think
And we'll go where spirits us to Heaven or to Hell
And kick up bloody murder in the town we so well

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From the dear old streets of Cross to the doors of the I C A
Going transmetropolitan,
drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye

From lovely boulevards to Hammer Smith's sightly shores
scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores
There's lechers up in Whitehall and in the G L C
And when we've done bastards in we'll storm the BBC

Going transmetropolitan,
From Surrey Docks to Somers with a K M R I A
Going transmetropolitan,
We'll drink the piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye

From five-bob bet in William Hills to a sex-shop dream
From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Tottenham Court ice cream
We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed on the way we'll and maim
When you haven't got a penny, boys it's all the same

Going transmetropolitan,
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve to the beauty that's Lane
Going transmetropolitan,
We'll the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye

town has done us dirty, this town has bled us dry
We've here for a long time and we'll be here 'til we die
So finish off the leavings of blood and glue and beer
And burn this bloody city down in the summer of the

transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From Arlington House with a two bob bit to the shores today
transmetropolitan
Well drink the rats piss, kick the
And Im not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye,