Luyện nghe bài hát Immortal Death

Our have 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 flag that was waved by thousands ashore.
farewell, the girls bare it all and pull 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 that's carried to battle.
The mascot that marks in plane, every gun, markers of death,
of men,
In whose name we are like cattle.

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

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

The guns point their muzzles away to the land and below 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 real 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 bare it all girls and have all the dreams of young soldiers so brave,
Send him a garter, a cross, ever 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 missed, just for them, the 'Invincible panties', displayed in The Sun, page three,

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

Our boys have away, our boys
Our boys have away.
Our men have returned all 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 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 still perfect and tempting 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 remains after immortal as all around dies.

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