Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's
been there for eight years cooking up her plan
To the uk like big brother usa
selfmade men run everything 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 strong
And before too they could do no wrong
As the grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea grew too
We had a graphic designed who know just to do
He it plain and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the indians
White is anglo-american
Blue is the "gee, I'll die for my country"
That it all possible
Our history, made from people's misery
Our history, built on other poverty
A present, the world into we were born
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest thing in the today?
It's the that men are big, that includes us lads
The myth that we've got a down our pants
When I was ten years old I was bought and
On films, tv, books, and comics pushing about mr. big
it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a 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 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 of things down below
It didn't
Now at me on the front of this record
it's not erect
But even for exaggeration there's no comparison with
microphone, sylvester stallone
Electric guitars, sports
Errol flynn, jimmy hill's
Stars and stripes and rubber
bombers and the contras
Post office tower power
Muscles and cigarettes
Ronald reagan's cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, on sixteen
No growth below if you know what I mean
I it very quiet, I felt a lot embarrassed
I didn't like going in toilets
At I skipped showers
The separatism of an all-boys school
I couldn't to girls, there were different rules
I wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress
They did right not to like it, 'cause are not fuckin' objects
Like with anything which we keep to ourselves
We end up taking it out on somebody
It becomes a big without being big at all
I very inadequate, confused, and small
We hide our feelings, our flesh and our
Start out mr. tough
To be larger life, more than just flesh and blood
Like the dickheads at shool, at and in pubs
We pretend it doesn't as we beat each other up
In our we want to be more than flesh and blood
Like the good on tv, we pretend to have no feelings
It's easier to the emotional scenes
So when it to our lives we do not see who we're hurting
Like the good guys on tv we 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
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
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 in 1965, but God and country survived
As a lad I was full of it, it took me twenty to see through it
The state which keeps us in our place
keeps us blind to how governments operate
And gives us war to our insignificance
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 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
on the power and fuck the consequences
The reality of rape and
From the bedrooms to the
And the murder
the boardrooms to the battlefields
The reality of freedom
Behind the smiles, the lies, the
The price of trying to forget
Trying to hide but still being racked with
Such is the life would have us lead
To kill or be killed for idea
the freedom, I ask, in being told what to do?
And in constant 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
Something real, a which is not for sale
Which they drown
A love for each other, and a will to resist the who will try to keep us down
Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada,
The free world penis power intervention is so
flesh and blood and feeling people
Fighting for lives, trying to resist
Are and killed by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Peoplekind just trying to find some in all of this mess
Something real, a which will never be for sale
A love for each other, a will to resist those who build our prison walls
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
(repeat and fade)