Luyện nghe bài hát Second - Hand Car Spiv

Sung by spiv, flash &

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

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

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

Chorus: once he sold old worn out to the punters on the street,

Spiv: now I'm in control of the as a whole,
And the is at my feet.

Chorus: the is at his feet.

Spiv: power, power, I've got oozing out of me,
And when you think of all the things I've
It a lot for one
Who his way up from 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.
Bank the profits, count the
Another sucker your way.
is a crooked game,
And slum never change.