Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald underpants
She's been there for eight cooking 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
Together we the idea strong
And too long they could do no wrong
As the idea grew, the number of 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
is anglo-american apartheid
Blue is the "gee, I'll die for my country"
That made it all
Our history, made from other misery
Our history, built on other poverty
A present, the world which we were born
I say, I say, I say, what's the thing in the world today?
It's the myth that men are big, includes us lads
The that we've got a rocket down our pants
When I was ten years old I was and sold
On films, tv, books, and pushing myths about mr. big
it!
"to be in this world 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. big's shiny prick dick
How do we up to it?
At the age of twelve I to myself,
"it's grow"
For the next seven years I kept a check of things below
It didn't
Now look at me on the front of this
Admittedly not erect
But even for exaggeration there's no comparison with
This microphone, sylvester
Electric guitars, sports
Errol flynn, hill's chin
Stars and stripes and pipes
F-111 bombers and the
Post tower penis power
and sweat cigarettes
Ronald reagan's cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, going on
No growth down below if you what I mean
I it very quiet, I felt a lot embarrassed
I like going in public toilets
At school I showers
The state separatism of an all-boys
I couldn't to girls, there were different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up dress
They did right not to like it, 'cause women are not objects
Like with anything else which we keep to
We end up taking it out on somebody
It becomes a big thing being big at all
I felt inadequate, confused, and small
We hide our feelings, our flesh and our
Start out mr. tough
To be than life, more than just flesh and blood
the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in pubs
We pretend it doesn't hurt as we beat each up
In our confusion we to be more than flesh and blood
Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to no feelings
It's to avoid the emotional scenes
So it comes to our lives we do not see who we're hurting
Like the good guys on tv we don't our own feelings
All I needed was
And it's as as this
We're flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the today?
Us losing sight of reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy
Churchill in 1965, but God and country survived
As a lad I was full of it, it took me twenty years to see it
The state freedom which keeps us in our
Which us blind to how governments operate
And us war to cover our insignificance
And thatcher what she wanted
A vote of thanks, victory for britain, with a smile
Everybody's happy, the jack's on the jack again over port stanley
Young growing lads are watching every
To see how they up
up confused, like I did
'cause their minds are messed up
The pretending becomes the as we turn out the lights
Turn on the and fuck the consequences
The reality of rape and
the bedrooms to the backstreets
And the mass-manufactured
From the boardrooms to the
The reality of freedom
the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The price of to forget ourselves
Trying to hide but being racked with pain
Such is the life they would have us
To or be killed for their idea
Where's the freedom, I ask, in being told to do?
And in constant fear?
If we're ever gonna change thing
We've got to try and find a way within
Within our heads, amidst our own confusion must be something
Something real, a feeling is not for sale
they can't drown
A love for each other, and a will to resist the people who try to keep us down
Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada,
The free world power intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and feeling
Fighting for their lives, trying to
Are tortured and killed by democracies and labelled
Flesh and and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
Peoplekind just trying to some sense in all of this mess
Something real, a feeling will never be for sale
A love for each other, a will to resist those who will our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
(repeat and fade)