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

In every good war 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, momentos to you support.
While the bombs around, you fumble in dreams, with blank eyes see the corpses you've fought.

Our have gone away, our boys,
Our have gone away.
Our men returned all tattered 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 for less and there's 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 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 their 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 that is and torn,
The that is curved, that is pink and seductive,
The breast is ripped and laid bare,
The arms, the legs that are parted,
The look and the wink,
The arms that are shredded, the that 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 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 and disfigured in their heads 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 frightened turns the truth that he fears,
His friends that were 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 boys have away.
Our men have all tattered and burned,
Our men returned, amen, amen, AMEN.