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 fight for the Great British flag that was waved by thousands ashore.
farewell, the girls bare it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts.
Carried away the crowd for more and the men felt it worth fighting 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 name we are slaughtered like cattle.

In every good war there's a nude on the wall, to 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, to give you support.
While the bombs drop around, you fumble in dreams, blank eyes see the corpses you've fought.

Our boys gone away, our boys,
Our have gone away.
Our men have all tattered 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 and there's no points for hitting the heart.
Shapely Jane, 25, said "Those lovely 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 it all girls and have all the dreams of dashing young soldiers so brave,
Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after, for soon he be in his grave.
Ah, rotting young men who all did their duty are sinking away in the sea
And they've missed, 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 that is curved, that is pink and seductive,
The that is ripped and laid 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 speed you
The is there, stripped naked and bare on the door, she will show you the way.)

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

User, abuser, the man makes use of spoils of war,
the glory, the woman is raped and the soldiers rename her as 'whore',
Their bodies are and disfigured in their heads life is never the same,
From the wall 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 that were killed for the reason of war is fought over lies,
The pin-up remains ever immortal as all around dies.

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