Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's
She's been there for eight years up her plan
To the uk like big brother usa
Where selfmade men run everything and this is what say
"once upon a time, we had an
Mr big thought it was a damn idea
we made the idea strong
And before too long they could do no
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 butchered
White is anglo-american
is the "gee, I'll die for my country" mentality
That it all possible
Our history, made other people's 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 thing in the world today?
It's the myth men are big, that includes us lads
The myth that 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 much else matters, just as 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 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 look at me on the front of this
Admittedly it's not
But even for exaggeration there's no comparison with
This microphone, stallone
guitars, sports cars
Errol flynn, hill's chin
Stars and stripes and pipes
bombers and the contras
Post tower penis power
Muscles and cigarettes
reagan's smile cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, on sixteen
No growth down below if you know I mean
I it very quiet, I felt a lot embarrassed
I didn't like going in toilets
At school I skipped
The separatism of an all-boys school
I couldn't relate to girls, there different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my up their dress
They did right not to like it, 'cause are not fuckin' objects
Like anything else which we keep to ourselves
We end up taking it out on else
It becomes a big thing being 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 flesh and blood
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 more than flesh and
Like the guys on tv, we pretend to have no feelings
easier to avoid the emotional scenes
So when it to our lives we do not see who we're hurting
Like the good on tv we don't know our own feelings
All I was demystification
And it's as as this
We're 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
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the today?
Us losing sight of 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 years to see through it
The state freedom which us in our place
Which keeps us to how governments operate
And gives us war to cover our
And gives thatcher what she
A vote of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack over port stanley
Young growing lads are watching move
To see how measure up
Growing up confused, I did
their minds are being messed up
The pretending the reality as we turn out the lights
Turn on the power and fuck the
The reality of rape and
From the bedrooms to the
And the murder
From the to the battlefields
The reality of their
the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The price of to forget ourselves
Trying to hide but still being with pain
Such is the life they have us lead
To kill or be for their idea
Where's the freedom, I ask, in being told to do?
And in constant fear?
If we're ever gonna this thing
We've got to try and a way from within
Within our heads, amidst our own confusion there be something
real, a feeling which is not for sale
Which can't 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 power intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and feeling
Fighting for lives, trying to resist
Are tortured and killed by democracies and labelled
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Peoplekind 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 to resist those who will build our prison walls
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
(repeat and fade)