Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald underpants
been there for eight years cooking up her plan
To make the uk big brother usa
Where selfmade men run and this is what they say
"once upon a time, we had an
Mr big it was a damn good idea
Together we the idea strong
And before too long they could do no
As the grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea grew too
We had a designed who know just what to do
He it plain 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"
made it all possible
Our history, made from other people's
Our history, on other people's poverty
A present, the into which we were born
I say, I say, I say, the biggest thing in the world today?
It's the myth that men are big, that us lads
The myth we've got a rocket down our pants
When I was ten years old I was and sold
On films, tv, books, and comics myths about mr. big
it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not much 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 nuclear 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 grow
Now look at me on the front of this
it's not erect
But even for exaggeration there's no comparison with
This microphone, sylvester
guitars, sports cars
Errol flynn, hill's chin
Stars and stripes and pipes
F-111 bombers and the
Post office penis power
and sweat cigarettes
Ronald reagan's smile missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, on sixteen
No growth down below if you what I mean
I kept it very quiet, I felt a lot
I didn't going in public toilets
At school I showers
The separatism of an all-boys school
I couldn't relate to girls, there were rules
I wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress
They did right not to like it, 'cause women are not objects
with anything else which we keep to ourselves
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 and our blood
putting out mr. tough
To be larger than life, more than flesh and blood
the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in pubs
We pretend it doesn't hurt as we each other up
In our confusion we want to be more flesh and blood
the good guys on tv, we pretend to have no feelings
It's easier to the emotional scenes
So when it comes to our we do not see who we're hurting
Like the guys on tv we don't know our own feelings
All I needed was
And as simple as this
We're flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the today?
Us losing of feeling reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy
Churchill died in 1965, but God and survived
As a lad I was full of it, it took me twenty years to see it
The freedom which keeps us in our place
Which keeps us 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 union on the jack again over port stanley
Young growing lads are every move
To see how they up
Growing up confused, I did
'cause their minds are being 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 murder
the boardrooms to the battlefields
The of their freedom
the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The of trying to forget ourselves
Trying to hide but being racked with pain
Such is the life would have us lead
To kill or be killed for their
Where's the freedom, I ask, in being what to do?
And living in constant
If we're ever gonna change this
got to try and find a way from within
Within our heads, amidst our own confusion there be something
real, a feeling which is not for sale
Which can't drown
A love for each other, and a will to resist the people who try to keep us down
northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya
The world penis power intervention is so similar
flesh and blood and feeling people
Fighting for their lives, to resist
Are tortured and by democracies and labelled terrorists
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 more and nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
Peoplekind just trying to find some in all of this mess
Something real, a feeling which will be for sale
A love for each other, a will to resist those who build our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
(repeat and fade)