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 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 felt it fighting for.
It's all gone before, Sue, saucy Jane, The pin-up that's carried to battle.
The mascot that marks in every plane, gun, markers of death,
of men,
In whose we are slaughtered 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 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 their muzzles 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, "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,
him a garter, a cross, love ever after, for soon 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, just for them, the 'Invincible panties', in The Sun, page three,

The of war, the pin-up, the corpses,
Flesh that is and torn,
The breast that is curved, is pink and seductive,
The breast that is ripped and bare,
The beckoning arms, the legs are parted,
The welcoming and the wink,
The arms that are shredded, the legs 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 show you the way.)

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

User, abuser, the man makes use of spoils of war,
the glory, the woman is raped and the soldiers rename her as 'whore',
Their are torn and disfigured in their heads life is never the same,
From the saucy Sal is still smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain,
Her body still and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears,
His body confused and still frightened turns from the truth he fears,
His friends that killed for the reason of war that is fought over lies,
The pin-up remains ever after immortal as all dies.

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