Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been there for eight years cooking up her
To make the uk big brother 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 do no wrong
As the idea grew, the of poeple who dug our idea grew too
We had a graphic 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, from other people's misery
Our history, built on other poverty
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 includes us
The myth that got a rocket down our pants
I was ten years old I was bought and sold
On films, tv, books, and comics pushing myths mr. big
it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, 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 power it packs
Mr. big's prick nuclear dick
How do we up to it?
At the age of I thought 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 this
it's not erect
But even allowing for exaggeration no comparison with
microphone, sylvester stallone
Electric guitars, cars
Errol flynn, jimmy chin
Stars and and rubber pipes
F-111 bombers and the
Post tower penis power
and sweat cigarettes
Ronald reagan's smile cruise
Fourteen, fifteen, going on
No down below if you know what I mean
I kept it quiet, I felt a lot embarrassed
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 different rules
I just to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress
did right not to like it, 'cause women are not fuckin' objects
Like with else which we keep to ourselves
We end up taking it out on else
It a big thing without 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, than just flesh and blood
Like the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in
We it doesn't hurt as we beat each other up
In our confusion we to be more than flesh and blood
Like the good on tv, we pretend to have no feelings
It's easier to avoid the scenes
So when it comes to our lives we do not see who we're
Like the guys on tv we don't know our own feelings
All I needed was
And it's as simple as
We're and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
I say, I say, I say, what's the idea in the world today?
Us losing sight of reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy
Churchill died in 1965, but God and 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 us war to cover our insignificance
And gives what she wanted
A of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a smile
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack again over stanley
Young growing lads are watching move
To see how they up
up confused, like I did
'cause minds are being messed up
The pretending becomes the as we turn out the lights
Turn on the power and the consequences
The reality of and violence
the bedrooms to the backstreets
And the murder
From the boardrooms to the
The reality of freedom
the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The price of to forget ourselves
Trying to but still being racked with pain
Such is the life they would us lead
To kill or be killed for idea
Where's the freedom, I ask, in told what to do?
And living in fear?
If we're ever gonna change thing
We've got to try and find a way from
Within our heads, amidst our own there must be something
Something real, a feeling which is not for
they can't drown
A love for other, and a will to resist the people who will try to keep us down
Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada,
The free penis power intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and people
Fighting for their lives, trying to
Are tortured and killed by democracies and labelled
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
Flesh and and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
just trying to find some sense in all of this mess
Something real, a which will never be for sale
A love for each other, a to resist those who will build our prison walls
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
(repeat and fade)