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 Great British 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 it worth fighting for.
It's all gone before, sexy Sue, saucy Jane, The pin-up that's to battle.
The mascot marks in every plane, every gun, markers of death,
of men,
In whose name we are like cattle.

In every war there's a nude on the wall, to keep the men happy and straight.
A saucy ole joke lads, 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 blank eyes see the corpses 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 to the land and below deck the men throw darts
The nipples are bullseyes, the head count for less and no points for hitting the heart.
Shapely Jane, 25, said "Those lovely he-men no red-blooded girl can deny
Are for the taking, but it's all so frustrating if your married and already tied".
But it all girls and have all the dreams of dashing young soldiers so brave,
Send him a garter, a cross, ever after, for soon he will be in his grave.
Ah, those young men who all did their duty 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,
Flesh is perfect and torn,
The that is curved, that is pink and seductive,
The breast is ripped and laid bare,
The beckoning arms, the legs are parted,
The look and the wink,
The arms are shredded, the legs that are no more,
The face is rotten and stinks.
(The sickness of war, the men gone before, good luck and God speed you
The madonna is there, naked and bare on the door, she will show you the way.)

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

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

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