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 selfmade men run everything and this is they say
"once a time, we had an idea
Mr big thought it was a good idea
Together we made the idea
And before too they could do no wrong
As the grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea grew too
We had a graphic designed who just what to do
He it plain and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the butchered
White is apartheid
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 which we were born
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest thing in the world
the myth that men are big, that includes us lads
The myth we've got a rocket down our pants
When I was ten years old I was bought and
On films, tv, books, and comics pushing myths mr. big
it!
"to be someone in this you gotta have 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 more power it
Mr. big's shiny prick nuclear
How do we up to it?
At the age of twelve I to myself,
"it's grow"
For the seven years I kept a check of things down below
It didn't
Now look at me on the of this record
it's not erect
But even allowing for there's no comparison with
microphone, sylvester stallone
Electric guitars, cars
flynn, jimmy hill's chin
Stars and stripes and pipes
F-111 bombers and the
Post office penis power
and sweat cigarettes
Ronald reagan's smile cruise
Fourteen, fifteen, going on
No down below if you know what I mean
I it very quiet, I felt a lot embarrassed
I like going in public toilets
At school I showers
The state separatism of an school
I couldn't relate to girls, there were rules
I just wanted to girls, put my hand up their dress
They did right not to like it, women are not fuckin' objects
Like with anything else 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
Start out mr. tough
To be larger than life, more just flesh and blood
Like the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in
We pretend it doesn't hurt as we each 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 it comes 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 simple as
We're 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 nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the 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 of it, it took me twenty years to see through it
The state which keeps us in our place
Which us blind to how governments operate
And gives us war to cover our
And thatcher what she wanted
A of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a smile
happy, the union jack's on the jack again over port stanley
Young growing lads are watching move
To see how they up
Growing up confused, I did
'cause their are being messed up
The pretending becomes the reality as we out the lights
Turn on the and fuck the consequences
The reality of and violence
the bedrooms to the backstreets
And the mass-manufactured
From the boardrooms to the
The of their freedom
Behind the smiles, the lies, the
The price of trying to forget
to hide but still being racked with pain
Such is the they would 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 change thing
got to try and find a way from within
Within our heads, amidst our own confusion there must be
Something real, a feeling which is not for
Which they can't
A love for each other, and a will to resist the people who will try to us down
Like ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya
The world penis power intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and people
Fighting for their lives, trying to
Are tortured and by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
Flesh and and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Peoplekind just trying to find some sense in all of this
Something real, a feeling which never be for sale
A love for each other, a will to those who will build our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
(repeat and fade)