Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been there for eight years cooking up her
To make the uk like big usa
Where selfmade men run everything and is what they say
"once upon a time, we had an
Mr big thought it was a damn idea
Together we made the strong
And before too long they do no wrong
As the idea grew, the of poeple who dug our idea grew too
We had a graphic designed who just what to do
He made it and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the of the butchered indians
White is apartheid
Blue is the "gee, die for my country" mentality
made it all possible
Our history, made other people's misery
Our history, built on other people's
A present, the world into which we born
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest thing in the world
It's the that men are big, that includes us lads
The myth that we've got a rocket down our
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 have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping great wanger. the it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!"
Mr big's the bigger it is the power it packs
Mr. big's prick nuclear dick
How do we up to it?
At the age of I thought to myself,
"it's grow"
For the next seven years I a check of things down below
It didn't
Now at me on the front of this record
it's not erect
But even allowing for there's no comparison with
This microphone, sylvester
guitars, sports cars
Errol flynn, hill's chin
and stripes and rubber pipes
F-111 bombers and the
Post office tower penis
Muscles and sweat
reagan's smile cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, going on
No growth down below if you know what I
I kept it very quiet, I felt a lot
I like going in public toilets
At school I showers
The separatism of an all-boys school
I couldn't to girls, there were different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up 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 very inadequate, confused, and
We hide our feelings, our and our blood
Start out mr. tough
To be larger than life, more than flesh and blood
Like the at shool, at gigs and in pubs
We it doesn't hurt as we beat each other up
In our confusion we to be more than flesh and blood
Like the good guys on tv, we to have no feelings
It's easier to the emotional 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 as this
We're flesh and 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 more and less
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the today?
Us losing 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 years to see it
The state freedom which keeps us in our
Which keeps us blind to how governments
And gives us war to our insignificance
And gives thatcher she wanted
A vote of thanks, victory for britain, oppression a smile
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack again port stanley
Young lads are watching every move
To see how measure up
up confused, like I did
'cause their are being messed up
The pretending becomes the as we turn out the lights
Turn on the and fuck the consequences
The reality of rape and
the bedrooms to the backstreets
And the murder
From the to the battlefields
The reality of freedom
the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The price of trying to forget
Trying to hide but still being racked with
Such is the life they would have us
To or be killed for their idea
Where's the freedom, I ask, in being told to do?
And living in constant
If we're gonna change this thing
We've got to try and a way from within
Within our heads, our own confusion there must be something
Something real, a feeling is not for sale
Which they drown
A love for each other, and a to resist the people who will try to keep us down
Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada,
The free penis power intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and feeling
Fighting for their lives, trying to
Are tortured and by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing 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 and nothing less
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 be for sale
A love for each other, a will to resist those who will build our walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
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