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 thousands ashore.
Waving farewell, the girls bare it all and pull up 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 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 joke lads, it's all fun, when we hit land, who shall we rape?
Ah, the spoils of war, the knickers, the bras, to give you support.
While the drop around, you fumble in dreams, with blank eyes see the corpses 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 guns point their muzzles to the land and below deck the men throw darts
The are bullseyes, the head count for less 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 if your married and already tied".
But bare it all girls and have all the dreams of young soldiers so brave,
Send him a garter, a cross, love 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, 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 that is curved, that is pink and seductive,
The that is ripped and laid bare,
The beckoning arms, the that are parted,
The look and the wink,
The arms that are shredded, the 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 naked and on the door, she will show you the way.)

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

User, abuser, the conquering man makes use of of war,
Confirming the glory, the woman is raped and the rename her as 'whore',
Their bodies are torn and in their heads life is never 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 from the truth that he fears,
His friends that killed for the reason of war that is fought over lies,
The pin-up ever after immortal as all around dies.

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