Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's
been there for eight years cooking up her plan
To make the uk like big usa
Where selfmade men run and this is what they say
"once upon a time, we had an
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 know just 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, I'll die for my country"
made it all possible
Our history, made from people's misery
Our history, on other 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 we've got a rocket 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 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 dick
How do we up to it?
At the age of I thought to myself,
"it's grow"
For the next seven years I kept a check of things below
It didn't
Now look at me on the front of record
Admittedly it's not
But even for exaggeration there's no comparison with
This microphone, sylvester
guitars, sports cars
Errol flynn, hill's chin
Stars and and rubber pipes
F-111 and the contras
Post office tower power
and sweat cigarettes
Ronald smile cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, going on
No growth below if you know what I mean
I kept it very quiet, I a lot embarrassed
I didn't like going in toilets
At I skipped showers
The state separatism of an school
I couldn't relate to girls, were different rules
I wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress
They did not to like it, 'cause women are not fuckin' objects
Like with anything else which we keep to
We end up taking it out on else
It becomes a big thing without big at all
I felt inadequate, confused, and small
We hide our feelings, our flesh and our
Start out mr. tough
To be larger life, more than just flesh and blood
Like the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in
We pretend it doesn't as we beat each other up
In our confusion we want to be than flesh and blood
Like the guys on tv, we pretend to have no feelings
It's to avoid the emotional scenes
So when it comes to our lives we do not see who we're
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 blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the world
Us losing of feeling reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy
Churchill died in 1965, but God and country
As a lad I was of it, it took me twenty years to see through it
The state freedom which keeps us in our
Which keeps us to how governments operate
And gives us war to our insignificance
And gives thatcher she wanted
A vote of thanks, for britain, oppression with a smile
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack again port stanley
Young growing lads are every move
To see how measure up
Growing up confused, I did
'cause their minds are being up
The becomes the reality as we turn out the lights
on the power and fuck the consequences
The reality of and violence
From the to the backstreets
And the murder
the boardrooms to the battlefields
The of their freedom
Behind the smiles, the lies, the
The price of to forget ourselves
Trying to hide but still being with pain
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 living in fear?
If we're ever gonna change thing
We've got to try and find a way from
Within our heads, amidst our own there must be something
Something real, a 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
Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada,
The world penis 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 more and less
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 less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Peoplekind just trying to some sense in all of this mess
Something real, a feeling which never be for sale
A love for each other, a will to resist those who will our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
(repeat and fade)