Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

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

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

From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Smith's sightly shores
We'll the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores
There's up in Whitehall and queers in the G L C
And when done those 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 rat's piss, the shite
And I'm not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye,

From bet in William Hills to a Soho sex-shop dream
From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Tottenham Court Road ice
We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed on the way we'll kill and
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 Mill
Going transmetropolitan,
We'll drink the piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye

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

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