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 together for war.
Set out to fight for the Great flag that was waved by their thousands ashore.
farewell, the girls bare it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts.
Carried the crowd calls for more and the men felt it worth fighting for.
It's all gone before, sexy Sue, Jane, The pin-up that's carried to battle.
The mascot that marks in plane, every gun, markers of death,
of men,
In whose we are slaughtered like cattle.

In every good war there's a nude on the wall, to 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 drop around, you fumble in dreams, with blank eyes see the 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 point their 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.
Jane, 25, said "Those lovely real he-men no red-blooded girl can deny
Are there for the taking, but it's all so frustrating if your and already tied".
But bare it all girls and have all the dreams of dashing soldiers so brave,
Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after, for soon he be in his grave.
Ah, those rotting young men who all did their 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,
that is perfect and torn,
The breast that is curved, that is 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 that 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 boys have away, our boys
Our boys have away.
Our men have returned all and burned
Our men returned, amen.

User, abuser, the man makes use of spoils of war,
Confirming the glory, the woman is raped and the rename her as 'whore',
Their bodies are torn and disfigured in their heads life is the same,
the wall saucy Sal is still 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 of war that is fought over lies,
The pin-up remains after immortal as all around dies.

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