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 fight for the Great British flag that was by their thousands ashore.
Waving farewell, the girls it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts.
away the crowd calls for more and the men felt it worth fighting for.
It's all gone before, sexy Sue, saucy Jane, The pin-up 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 fun, when we hit land, who shall we rape?
Ah, the of war, the knickers, the bras, momentos to give you support.
While the bombs drop around, you fumble in dreams, with eyes see the corpses you've fought.

Our boys have away, our boys,
Our have gone away.
Our men have returned all 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 no points 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 frustrating if your and already tied".
But bare it all girls and have all the dreams of young soldiers so brave,
him a garter, a cross, love ever after, for soon he will be in his grave.
Ah, those rotting young men who all did 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 that is ripped and laid bare,
The arms, the legs 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 of war, the men gone before, good luck and God speed you away
The madonna is there, stripped naked and bare on the door, she show you the way.)

Our boys gone away, our boys
Our boys gone away.
Our men have returned all tattered and
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',
bodies are torn 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 body still perfect and tempting is blistered blood of his tears,
His body and still frightened turns from the truth that he fears,
His friends that were killed for the reason of war that is over lies,
The pin-up remains after immortal as all around dies.

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