Luyện nghe bài hát Immortal Death

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

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

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

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

The point their muzzles away to the land and below 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 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 girls and have all the of dashing young soldiers so brave,
Send him a garter, a cross, ever after, for soon he will be in his grave.
Ah, those rotting young men who all did their are sinking away in the sea
And they've missed, just for them, the 'Invincible panties', in The Sun, page three,

The of war, the pin-up, the corpses,
that is perfect and torn,
The that is curved, that is pink and seductive,
The breast that is ripped and bare,
The arms, the legs that are parted,
The welcoming 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 you away
The madonna is there, stripped naked and on the door, she will show you the way.)

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

User, abuser, the man makes use of spoils of war,
Confirming the glory, the woman is and the soldiers rename her as 'whore',
Their bodies are torn and disfigured in their life is never the same,
From the wall saucy Sal is still smiling as the is caught in his pain,
Her body still perfect and is blistered with blood of his tears,
His body confused and still frightened turns the truth that he fears,
His friends that were killed for the reason of war is fought over lies,
The pin-up remains ever after 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.