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 together for war.
Set out to fight for the Great flag that was waved by their thousands ashore.
Waving farewell, the girls bare it all and up their jumpers 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 that's carried to battle.
The mascot that marks in every plane, gun, markers of death,
of men,
In whose name we are slaughtered cattle.

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

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

The guns point muzzles away to the land and below deck the men throw darts
The nipples are bullseyes, the head count for less and there's no points for the heart.
Shapely Jane, 25, said "Those lovely real he-men no red-blooded girl can
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 duty 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 breast that is curved, that is and seductive,
The breast that is ripped and bare,
The beckoning arms, the legs are parted,
The welcoming and the wink,
The arms that are shredded, the legs are no more,
The face that is and stinks.
(The sickness of war, the men gone before, good luck and God you away
The is there, stripped naked and bare on the door, she will show you the way.)

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

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

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