Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret lives in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been there for eight years cooking up her
To make the uk like big usa
Where selfmade men run everything and this is they say
"once upon a time, we had an
Mr big thought it was a good idea
Together we the idea strong
And before too long they could do no
As the idea grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea 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 indians
is anglo-american apartheid
Blue is the "gee, die for my country" mentality
That made it all
Our history, made from people's misery
Our history, built on other poverty
A present, the into which we were born
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest thing in the today?
It's the myth men are big, that includes us lads
The myth that got a rocket down our pants
I was ten years old I was bought and sold
On films, tv, books, and pushing myths about mr. big
it!
"to be someone in this world you 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 it is the more power it packs
Mr. big's shiny prick nuclear
How do we up to it?
At the age of I thought 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 of this record
Admittedly not erect
But allowing for exaggeration there's no comparison with
This microphone, stallone
Electric guitars, sports
Errol flynn, jimmy hill's
Stars and stripes and rubber
F-111 bombers and the
Post tower penis power
Muscles and cigarettes
Ronald reagan's smile cruise
Fourteen, fifteen, on sixteen
No growth down below if you know what I
I it very quiet, I felt a lot embarrassed
I didn't going in public toilets
At I skipped showers
The state separatism of an all-boys
I couldn't relate to girls, there were rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my up their dress
They did right not to like it, 'cause are not fuckin' objects
with anything else which we keep to ourselves
We end up it out on somebody else
It becomes a big thing being big at all
I felt inadequate, confused, and small
We hide our feelings, our flesh and our
putting out mr. tough
To be larger than life, more than just flesh and
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 flesh and blood
Like the guys on tv, we pretend to have no feelings
It's to avoid the emotional scenes
So when it comes to our lives we do not see who hurting
the good 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 nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the today?
Us losing sight of feeling reality, instead, 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 which keeps us in our place
keeps us blind to how governments operate
And gives us war to cover our
And gives thatcher she wanted
A vote of thanks, victory for britain, with a smile
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack again port stanley
Young growing lads are watching every
To see how they up
up confused, like I did
'cause their minds are being up
The becomes the reality as we turn out the lights
Turn on the power and fuck the
The of rape and violence
From the to the backstreets
And the murder
the boardrooms to the battlefields
The reality of freedom
Behind the smiles, the lies, the
The price of trying to ourselves
Trying to hide but still racked with pain
Such is the life they would have us
To kill or be killed for their
Where's the freedom, I ask, in being what to do?
And in constant fear?
If we're ever gonna change this
We've got to try and find a way from
Within our heads, amidst our own confusion there be something
real, a feeling which is not for sale
Which they can't
A love for each other, and a will to resist the who will try to keep us down
northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya
The free world penis power intervention is so
Where and blood and feeling people
for their lives, trying to resist
Are tortured and killed by and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Peoplekind just trying to find some sense in all of mess
Something real, a feeling which will 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)