Luyện nghe bài hát Immortal Death

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

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

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

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

The guns point their away to the land and below deck the men throw darts
The nipples are bullseyes, the head count for less and there's no for hitting the heart.
Shapely Jane, 25, said "Those real he-men no red-blooded girl can deny
Are there for the taking, but it's all so frustrating if your married and tied".
But bare it all and have all the dreams of dashing young soldiers so brave,
him a garter, a cross, love ever after, for soon he will be in his grave.
Ah, those rotting young men who all did their duty are away in the sea
And they've missed, just for them, the 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 is ripped and laid bare,
The arms, the legs that are parted,
The welcoming and the wink,
The arms that are shredded, the that are no more,
The face is rotten and stinks.
(The sickness of war, the men gone before, good and God speed you away
The madonna is there, stripped naked and on the door, she will show you the way.)

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

User, abuser, the conquering man makes use of of war,
Confirming the glory, the woman is and the soldiers rename 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 body still 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 immortal as all around dies.

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