Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been for eight years cooking up her plan
To make the uk big brother usa
Where selfmade men run everything and this is they say
"once a time, we had an idea
Mr big it was a damn good idea
Together we the idea strong
And too long 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 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, I'll die for my country"
That made it all
Our history, from other people's misery
Our history, on other people's poverty
A present, the world into we were born
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest thing in the today?
the myth that men are big, that includes us lads
The myth that we've got a down our pants
When I was ten old I was bought and sold
On films, tv, books, and comics myths about 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 more power it
Mr. shiny prick nuclear dick
How do we up to it?
At the age of I thought to myself,
"it's grow"
For the next seven I kept a check of things down below
It didn't
Now at me on the front of this record
Admittedly it's not
But even allowing for there's no comparison with
This microphone, sylvester
Electric guitars, sports
Errol flynn, hill's chin
and stripes and rubber pipes
F-111 and the contras
Post tower penis power
Muscles and sweat
reagan's smile cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, on sixteen
No growth down below if you know I mean
I kept it quiet, I felt a lot embarrassed
I didn't like in public toilets
At school I skipped
The state separatism of an all-boys
I couldn't relate to girls, there were rules
I just to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress
They did right not to like it, 'cause women are not fuckin'
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 very inadequate, confused, and small
We hide our feelings, our flesh and our
putting out mr. tough
To be larger than life, more than just and blood
Like the dickheads at shool, at and in pubs
We pretend it doesn't hurt as we each other up
In our we want to be more than flesh and blood
Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to 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 good guys on tv we don't know our own
All I needed was
And it's as simple as
We're flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
and blood 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
I say, I say, I say, what's the idea in the world today?
Us losing sight of feeling reality, instead, our faith in democracy
Churchill died in 1965, but God and country
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 thatcher what she wanted
A vote of thanks, for britain, oppression with a smile
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the again over port stanley
Young lads are watching every move
To see how measure up
Growing up confused, I did
'cause their are being messed up
The becomes the reality as we turn out the lights
Turn on the power and the consequences
The reality of and violence
From the to the backstreets
And the mass-manufactured
the boardrooms to the battlefields
The of their freedom
the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The price of trying to ourselves
Trying to hide but still being racked with
Such is the life would have us lead
To kill or be killed for idea
Where's the freedom, I ask, in told what to do?
And in constant fear?
If we're ever gonna change thing
got to try and find a way from within
Within our heads, amidst our own there must be something
Something real, a feeling is not for sale
Which they drown
A love for each other, and a will to the people who will try to keep us down
Like ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya
The free world penis intervention is so similar
Where and blood and feeling people
for their lives, trying to resist
Are tortured and by democracies and labelled terrorists
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
just trying to find some sense in all of this mess
Something real, a feeling which will never be for
A love for each other, a will to resist those who will build our prison
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
(repeat and fade)