Luyện nghe bài hát Second - Hand Car Spiv

Sung by spiv, & floosies

Spiv: I was a slum gutter infantile,
Brute-force educated, juvenile.
I am a of mass produced factory fodder,
Streets of tenement blocks, rat infested filth and squalor.
I school, went straight on the dole
And no enjoyment,
Welfare state owned my and my body and my soul.
So I worked my way up to be a car spiv,
But don't judge me harshly I'm just a slum kid.
I built up my business a quick wit and fist,
So double-cross me or my hoods will dissect you
With their jacks and shiv.
Slum kids never get a break, got to fight their way up.
and deal, beg and steal,
Sweat to earn a buck.
I didn't want to on the factory floor,
I wasn't content, I wanted
to be a slave of a lathe,
Work all day and go bored.
So a second- hand car spiv was I became.
I built an empire because I my brains.

Chorus: he was a car spiv up from the slums,
So don't judge him harshly because he's a slum kid.
Then he moved into property, and shares,

Spiv: and into high finance and you've got to
That running a corporation
Sure selling cars second-hand.

Chorus: 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.

the world is at his feet.

Spiv: power, power, got power 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,
my trade, I know it well.
Make a sale, the bell
And let the go to hell.
the profits, count the change
Another sucker your way.
Life is a game,
And slum kids change.