Luyện nghe bài hát Immortal Death

Our boys have 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 was waved by their 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 every war there's a nude on the wall, to keep the men happy and straight.
A saucy ole lads, it's all harmless 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 blank eyes see the corpses fought.

Our boys 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 no points for hitting the heart.
Shapely Jane, 25, "Those lovely 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 it all girls and have all the dreams of dashing young soldiers so brave,
Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after, for he will be in his grave.
Ah, those young men who all did their duty are sinking away in the sea
And they've missed, 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 is curved, that is pink and seductive,
The breast is ripped and laid bare,
The arms, the legs that are parted,
The welcoming and the wink,
The arms are shredded, the legs that are no more,
The face that is and stinks.
(The sickness of war, the men gone before, good luck and God speed you
The madonna is there, stripped and bare on the door, she will show you the way.)

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

User, abuser, the conquering man use of spoils of war,
Confirming the glory, the woman is raped and the soldiers her as 'whore',
Their bodies are torn and disfigured in their heads life is the same,
From the wall saucy Sal is smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain,
Her still perfect and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears,
His confused and still frightened turns from the truth that he fears,
His friends that were killed for the reason of war is fought over lies,
The remains ever after immortal as all around dies.

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