Luyện nghe bài hát Immortal Death

Our boys have as men, our men.
Our men returned, amen.

The spoils of war. The hero, the lads, men pulled for war.
Set out to for the Great British flag that was waved by their thousands ashore.
farewell, the girls bare it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts.
Carried away the crowd calls for more and the men felt it fighting for.
It's all gone before, sexy Sue, Jane, The pin-up that's carried to battle.
The that marks in every plane, every gun, markers of death,
of men,
In name we are slaughtered like cattle.

In every good war there's a nude on the wall, to keep the men and straight.
A saucy ole joke lads, it's all harmless fun, when we hit land, who shall we
Ah, the spoils of war, the knickers, the bras, to give you support.
While the bombs drop around, you fumble in dreams, with blank eyes see the you've fought.

Our boys gone away, our boys,
Our boys gone away.
Our men have all tattered and burned,
Our men returned, amen.

The guns point their muzzles away to the land and deck the men throw darts
The nipples are bullseyes, the count for less and there's no points for hitting the heart.
Shapely Jane, 25, said "Those lovely real he-men no red-blooded can deny
Are there for the taking, but it's all so frustrating if your and already tied".
But it all girls and have all the dreams of dashing young soldiers so brave,
Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after, for he will be in his grave.
Ah, those rotting young men who all did their are sinking away in the sea
And missed, just for them, the 'Invincible panties', displayed in The Sun, page three,

The of war, the pin-up, the corpses,
that is perfect and torn,
The breast that is curved, that is and seductive,
The breast that is and laid bare,
The arms, the legs that are parted,
The look and the wink,
The arms are shredded, the legs that are no more,
The face that is and stinks.
(The sickness of war, the men gone before, good luck and God speed you
The madonna is there, stripped and bare on the door, she will show you the way.)

Our boys have gone away, our
Our have gone away.
Our men have all tattered and burned
Our men returned, amen.

User, abuser, the conquering man makes use of of war,
Confirming the glory, the woman is raped and the soldiers her as 'whore',
Their bodies are torn and disfigured in their heads life is the same,
the wall saucy Sal is still smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain,
Her still perfect and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears,
His body confused and still frightened turns from the truth he fears,
His friends that killed for the reason of war that is fought over lies,
The pin-up remains ever after immortal as all dies.

Our boys have away,
Our boys, our boys gone away.
Our men returned all tattered and burned,
Our men returned, amen, amen, AMEN.