Luyện nghe bài hát Transmetropolitan

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

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

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

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

From five-bob bet in Hills to a Soho sex-shop dream
From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Court Road 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 bloody

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

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

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