Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

Juveniles, your porno mags
The girl's got at her yard
So packing up her bags full of rags
Her man got down Po Na Na
While the madre in the kitchen
a 20-deck fags

Body come back on planes from war torn Iraq
It's the stark naked truth, a aftermath
Baby T, the and the dog just barks
Remember man the bully had the last laugh

It was a blast last night the old 12 Bar
White socks, black with the ballads in the car
With a lump in a throat she won't
Twos on a cigarette it's all blah

Bloody obli obla dah down liquor
Life on for all the day trippers
Starts off small but gonna get bigger
By the end of this it may all be better

Well, she's always asking the who, where and how
The say, 'Ooh, la, la'
Well, if I had another chance I'd do it now
And the say, 'Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la'

Trafalgar Square where the crack pipe reeking
To in your damp flat, the ceiling's leaking
You in love when you first started chatting
But got so 'cause she never stopped speaking

Consider son on the bad behavior
He's all the freebies, delivering the papers
You hate us, down fakers
Oh, never get nowhere, 'cause I'm the pacemaker

Pretty me, oh, she's easy on the eye
Some say that only the good young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay, it's right good day
I wanna ask but I don't mean to pry

How did you get to you're going
To before you came slowly moseying through bar?
You started your race, Johny Cockerel his money back
Give up the man he's a and nut bar

Oh, I see the GP, coughing up lungs
And the doc says, 'Stop or you're going die
I even started to do what I done
You young don't listen, you carry on

Well, we heard this before your song got sung
Get a grip son, why? 'Cause you're drunken
not captains just skivvy sunken
Humdrum drum, drum, live die young

Mr. Skin stumbling, the road
And on the private property
Remember back then it was the banter
Young watched their young Pa's get cancer

Vagabond Sandy crying out for he her
Missed her so much that he went the brewery
So sing-a-long Sam this is a about you
We all out and we got pissed-ola

I don't wanna fight, he's a big cunt
But the say, 'Go on my son, my son'
Well, it's all a bit of fun someone gets done
But the say, 'Go on my son, my son'

Well, I'm more likely to up and run
But the say, 'Go on my son, my son'
Ah it, well, he's a right big cunt
But I'll him one, fuck that, run, run