Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's
She's been there for eight years cooking up her
To make the uk big brother usa
Where selfmade men run and this is what they say
"once a time, we had an idea
Mr big thought it was a damn idea
Together we made the idea
And too long they could do no wrong
As the idea grew, the number of poeple who dug our grew too
We had a graphic designed who know what 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, die for my country" mentality
That it all possible
Our history, made from other misery
Our history, built on other people's
A present, the world into which we 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 that we've got a rocket 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 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 the bigger 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 down
It didn't
Now look at me on the front of record
Admittedly not erect
But even allowing for there's no comparison with
microphone, sylvester stallone
Electric guitars, cars
Errol flynn, hill's chin
and stripes and rubber pipes
F-111 and the contras
Post office tower power
Muscles and sweat
reagan's smile cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, on sixteen
No growth down if you know what I mean
I kept it quiet, I felt a lot embarrassed
I didn't like going in public
At I skipped showers
The state separatism of an school
I couldn't relate to girls, were different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up 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 hide our feelings, our flesh and our
putting 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 want to be than flesh and blood
Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to no feelings
easier to avoid the emotional scenes
So it comes to our lives we do not see who we're hurting
Like the guys on tv we don't know our own feelings
All I was demystification
And it's as simple as
We're flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest in the world today?
Us sight 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 years to see through it
The freedom which keeps us in our place
Which keeps us to how governments operate
And gives us war to cover our
And thatcher what she wanted
A vote of thanks, victory for britain, with a smile
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack again over port
Young growing lads are watching move
To see how they up
up confused, like I did
'cause their minds are being up
The pretending becomes the reality as we out the lights
Turn on the power and the consequences
The reality of rape and
the bedrooms to the backstreets
And the mass-manufactured
From the boardrooms to the
The reality of their
the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The price of trying to forget
Trying to hide but still racked with pain
Such is the life would have us lead
To kill or be killed for idea
Where's the freedom, I ask, in being told to do?
And living in fear?
If we're ever gonna change this
We've got to try and a way from within
Within our heads, our own confusion there must be something
Something real, a which is not for sale
Which they can't
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 is so similar
flesh and blood and feeling people
Fighting for their lives, to resist
Are tortured and killed by democracies and labelled
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and 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 mess
Something real, a feeling which will never be for
A love for each other, a will to those who will build our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
(repeat and fade)