Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been there for years cooking up her plan
To the uk like big brother usa
Where men run everything and this is what they say
"once a time, we had an idea
Mr big it was a damn good idea
Together we made the idea
And before too long they 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 indians
White is anglo-american
is the "gee, I'll die for my country" mentality
That made it all
Our history, made from other misery
Our history, built on people's poverty
A present, the world into which we were
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 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 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 big's the bigger it is the 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 I kept a check of things down below
It grow
Now look at me on the front of this
Admittedly not erect
But even allowing for exaggeration there's no with
This microphone, sylvester
Electric guitars, sports
Errol flynn, jimmy chin
Stars and stripes and rubber
F-111 and the contras
Post office tower penis
and sweat cigarettes
Ronald reagan's cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, going on
No growth down below if you know I mean
I kept it quiet, I felt a lot embarrassed
I like going in public toilets
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
with anything 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 very inadequate, confused, and
We hide our feelings, our and our blood
Start out mr. tough
To be larger than life, more than just flesh and
Like the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in
We pretend it doesn't hurt as we beat other up
In our confusion we want to be than flesh and blood
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 know our own feelings
All I was demystification
And it's as simple as
We're and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the world
Us losing sight of reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy
Churchill died in 1965, but God and country
As a lad I was full of it, it me twenty years to see through it
The state freedom which keeps us in our
Which 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 with a
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the again over port stanley
Young lads are watching every move
To see how they up
Growing up confused, I did
their minds are being messed up
The becomes the reality as we turn out the lights
Turn on the power and the consequences
The of rape and violence
From the to the backstreets
And the mass-manufactured
From the to the battlefields
The of their freedom
the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The of trying to forget ourselves
Trying to hide but still being with pain
Such is the life they have 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 this thing
We've got to try and a way from within
Within our heads, our own confusion there must be something
real, a feeling which is not for sale
Which can't drown
A love for each other, and a to resist the people who will try to keep us down
northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya
The world penis power intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and feeling
Fighting for lives, trying to resist
Are tortured and by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Flesh and 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
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Peoplekind 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 will to resist those who will build our walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
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