Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald underpants
She's been there for eight years up her plan
To make the uk big brother usa
Where selfmade men run everything and is what they say
"once a time, we had an idea
Mr big it was a damn good idea
we made the idea strong
And before too they could do no wrong
As the idea grew, the of poeple who dug our idea grew too
We had a graphic designed who know just to do
He made it and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the butchered
White is apartheid
Blue is the "gee, die for my country" mentality
That it all possible
Our history, from other people's misery
Our history, built on other people's
A present, the world into which we were
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest thing in the world
the myth that men are big, that includes us lads
The that we've got a rocket down our pants
I was ten years old I was bought and sold
On films, tv, books, and comics pushing myths mr. big
it!
"to be someone in this you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping great wanger. the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!"
Mr big's the bigger it is the more it packs
Mr. shiny prick nuclear dick
How do we up to it?
At the age of I thought to myself,
"it's grow"
For the next years I kept a check of things down below
It grow
Now at me on the front of this record
Admittedly not erect
But even for exaggeration there's no comparison with
microphone, sylvester stallone
Electric guitars, cars
flynn, jimmy hill's chin
Stars and stripes and rubber
F-111 bombers and the
Post office tower power
and sweat cigarettes
Ronald reagan's smile cruise
Fourteen, fifteen, on sixteen
No growth down below if you know what I
I kept it very quiet, I felt a lot
I didn't like going in toilets
At school I showers
The state separatism of an school
I relate to girls, there were different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my up their dress
They did right not to like it, 'cause are not fuckin' objects
Like with anything else which we to ourselves
We end up taking it out on else
It becomes a big thing without big at all
I felt inadequate, confused, and small
We our feelings, our flesh and our blood
Start out mr. tough
To be larger than life, more than just and blood
the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in pubs
We it doesn't hurt as we beat each other up
In our confusion we want to be more than and blood
Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to have no
easier to avoid the emotional scenes
So when it comes to our we do not see who we're hurting
the good guys on tv we don't know our own feelings
All I was demystification
And it's as simple as
We're and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the world
Us losing sight of reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy
died in 1965, but God and country survived
As a lad I was of it, it took me twenty years to see through it
The state freedom keeps us in our place
Which us blind to how governments operate
And gives us war to cover our
And gives thatcher what she
A of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a smile
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the again over port stanley
growing lads are watching every move
To see how measure up
Growing up confused, I did
'cause minds are being messed up
The pretending the reality as we turn out the lights
on the power and fuck the consequences
The reality of and violence
From the bedrooms to the
And the mass-manufactured
From the boardrooms to the
The reality of freedom
the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The of trying to forget ourselves
Trying to hide but still being racked with
Such is the they would have us lead
To or be killed for their idea
Where's the freedom, I ask, in told what to do?
And living in fear?
If we're ever gonna this thing
We've got to try and a way from within
our heads, amidst our own confusion there must be something
Something real, a feeling which is not for
Which they drown
A love for each other, and a will to resist the people who will try to us down
Like ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya
The free world penis power intervention is so
flesh and blood and feeling people
Fighting for their lives, to resist
Are tortured and by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Peoplekind just trying to find some sense in all of this
Something real, a feeling which never be for sale
A for each other, a will to resist those who will build our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
(repeat and fade)