Luyện nghe bài hát Neither Is This

So Thatcher's escape again
of the shit they make us take
Still no end to sick reign

See Raygun's army rule
Four years to kill the sane
of his napalm, neutron, hate

And Russia sits and waits
Prepares her time to take
The seconds gone,

There's a bomb off in Harrods yet another in Belfast
Well, I say to the army, in fact, kiss my arse
army aims for one thing, it inflicts misery and pain
Well, for what you do to others, you expect the same

In countries people cry
In Ireland people die
America and England bank their

the whole world people cry
Throughout the world people die
Worldwide fuck our lives

Murder, you scream murder,
the way I look at things
But is it to gun down children
Because they have got their own

These monsters that you
You madden until
Well, in my you're the bastard
Because to you it's just a

deeper and deeper in a sea of degradation
Still looking for our answers to stop
Thatcher's barmy who just shit upon the poor
Kinnock's puppets for the people, fuck off

The police, the marines, all to side with them
The SAS, their hit man to break
They all don't give two fucks for us, so I've no time for
They can their Berlin walls but we will smash them down again

They tear our earth in half
us to slave for their behalf
They're fucking in the past

It was your bomb in Harrods and your bombs in Belfast
Because what you have created, it is no fault of ours, you arse
These bastards that naming, why not try the mirror mate?
Because that bastards your reflection, oppression creates the hate