Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's
She's been there for eight years up her plan
To make the uk like big usa
Where selfmade men run everything and this is what say
"once a time, we had an idea
Mr big thought it was a damn idea
Together we made the 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 made it and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the indians
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 world into which we born
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest in the world today?
It's the myth that men are big, that us lads
The that we've got a rocket down our pants
When I was ten old I was bought and sold
On films, tv, books, and comics pushing 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 power it
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 years I kept a check of things down below
It didn't
Now look at me on the front of record
Admittedly it's not
But even allowing for exaggeration there's no with
This microphone, stallone
Electric guitars, cars
flynn, jimmy hill's chin
Stars and and rubber pipes
F-111 and the contras
office tower penis power
Muscles and cigarettes
Ronald reagan's smile missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, on sixteen
No growth down if you know what I mean
I kept it very quiet, I a lot embarrassed
I didn't like going in public
At school I showers
The separatism of an all-boys school
I couldn't relate to girls, there were different
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their
They did right not to like it, 'cause women are not objects
Like with anything else which we keep to
We end up it out on somebody else
It a big thing without being big at all
I very inadequate, confused, and small
We hide our feelings, our flesh and our
putting out mr. tough
To be larger than life, than just flesh and blood
Like the at shool, at gigs and in pubs
We pretend it doesn't hurt as we beat each up
In our confusion we want to be more than and blood
Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to have no
It's easier to avoid the emotional
So when it comes to our lives we do not see who we're
Like the good guys on tv we don't know our own
All I was demystification
And it's as as this
We're flesh and 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
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the world
Us losing of feeling 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 keeps us to how governments operate
And gives us war to cover our
And gives what 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 move
To see how measure up
Growing up confused, I did
their minds are being messed up
The becomes the reality as we turn out the lights
Turn on the power and fuck the
The reality of and violence
From the bedrooms to the
And the murder
From the to the battlefields
The reality of freedom
the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The price of trying to forget
Trying to hide but still racked with pain
Such is the life they would us lead
To or be killed for their idea
the freedom, I ask, in being told what to do?
And living in fear?
If we're gonna change this thing
We've got to try and find a way from
Within our heads, amidst our own confusion there must be
real, a feeling which is not for sale
Which they drown
A love for each other, and a to resist the people who will try to keep us down
Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada,
The free world penis intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and people
for their lives, trying to resist
Are tortured and by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Flesh and 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 find sense in all of this mess
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, more and nothing less
(repeat and fade)