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 pulled for war.
Set out to for the Great British flag that was waved by their thousands ashore.
Waving farewell, the bare it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts.
Carried away the crowd calls for more and the men felt it 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 good war there's a nude on the wall, to keep the men 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, momentos to you support.
the bombs drop around, you fumble in dreams, with blank eyes see the corpses you've fought.

Our have gone away, our boys,
Our boys gone away.
Our men have returned all 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 if your married and already tied".
But bare it all and have all the dreams of dashing young soldiers so brave,
Send him a garter, a cross, love after, for soon he will be in his grave.
Ah, those rotting men who all did their duty are sinking away in the sea
And they've missed, just for them, the 'Invincible panties', displayed in The Sun, three,

The of war, the pin-up, the corpses,
Flesh is perfect and torn,
The breast is curved, that is pink and seductive,
The breast that is ripped and bare,
The beckoning arms, the that are parted,
The welcoming and the wink,
The arms that are shredded, the legs are no more,
The face is rotten and stinks.
(The sickness of war, the men gone before, luck and God speed you away
The madonna is there, stripped naked and bare on the door, she will you the way.)

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

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

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