Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald underpants
She's been there for eight years up her plan
To make the uk big brother usa
Where men run everything and this is what they say
"once upon a time, we had an
Mr big thought it was a good idea
we made the idea strong
And too long they could do no wrong
As the idea grew, the number of who dug our idea grew 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 butchered
White is anglo-american
is the "gee, I'll die for my country" mentality
That it all possible
Our history, made from other misery
Our history, built on other poverty
A present, the world into which we were
I say, I say, I say, what's the thing in the world today?
the myth that men are big, that includes us lads
The that we've got a rocket down our pants
When I was ten years old I was and sold
On films, tv, books, and pushing myths about mr. big
it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not 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. shiny prick nuclear 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 check of things down
It grow
Now look at me on the front of this
it's not erect
But even for exaggeration there's no comparison with
This microphone, sylvester
guitars, sports cars
Errol flynn, jimmy chin
Stars and and rubber pipes
bombers and the contras
Post office tower power
Muscles and cigarettes
Ronald smile cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, on sixteen
No growth down below if you know what I
I kept it very quiet, I a lot embarrassed
I didn't going in public toilets
At school I skipped
The state separatism of an all-boys
I couldn't to girls, there were different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my up their dress
did right not to like it, 'cause women are not fuckin' objects
Like with anything else which we keep to
We end up taking it out on somebody
It becomes a big thing without big at all
I very inadequate, confused, and small
We hide our feelings, our and our blood
putting out mr. tough
To be larger than life, more than just and blood
the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in pubs
We pretend it doesn't as we beat each other up
In our confusion we want to be more than flesh and
Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to no feelings
It's easier to the emotional scenes
So it comes to our lives we do not see who we're hurting
Like the good guys on tv we don't our own feelings
All I was demystification
And it's as simple as
We're flesh and and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
I say, I say, I say, the biggest idea in the world today?
Us sight of feeling reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy
died 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 us war to cover our insignificance
And thatcher what she wanted
A vote of thanks, victory for britain, oppression a smile
Everybody's happy, the union on the jack again over port stanley
Young growing are watching every move
To see how measure up
up confused, like I did
'cause their are being messed up
The pretending 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
the boardrooms to the battlefields
The reality of their
Behind the smiles, the lies, the
The of trying to forget ourselves
to hide but still being racked with pain
Such is the life they would have us
To kill or be for their idea
the freedom, I ask, in being told what to do?
And living in fear?
If we're ever gonna change this
We've got to try and a way from within
our heads, amidst our own confusion there must be something
Something real, a which is not for sale
Which they can't
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 world power intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and feeling
Fighting for their lives, to resist
Are and killed by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
and blood 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, 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 love for each other, a will to resist those who build our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
(repeat and fade)