Luyện nghe bài hát Nineteen Eighty Bore

Who needs lobotomy we've got the ITV
Who needs ECT when there's old BBC?
on the set, light up the screen
Fantasise and about what you might have been
Who needs when they've got the cathode ray
They've got your soul, now they'll fuse your brains away
Mindless fucking sit before the set
Being fed the mindless rubbish they to get
Can't switch off big brother, they've all will to act
Lost in drab confusion, was it fiction, was it
Another plastic bullet stuns another Irish
But no-one's bothered, no, the telly keeps them mild
They've all sense of feeling to the every hungry glow
of any substance by the vicious telly blow
No longer know what's or ain't, slowly going blind
They stare the goggle box while the world goes by, behind
The are on T.V. tonight, grey puke fucking shit
They occupy Ireland, but the boot will never fit
Was it Coronation Street? Or was it
Oh it doesn't fucking matter, Paul keep us merry
Yes, heard of Bobby Sands, wasn't it Emmerdale Farm?
Yes, that's right, he was by a cow
I hope it do him no harm
And wasn't the Holocaust terrible, thing it wasn't for real
Of course I've heard of H-Block, it's the with man appeal
Deeper and deeper and deeper, layer layer
Illusion, confusion, is anyone left who can care?
Yes, the National cares for you
Nat West, and
Well brings out the bren-guns
Let's spice it up some
The Sweeney are Brixton, created another Belfast
And J.R.'s advising Thatcher on lighting, make up and
A thousand camera lenses point at the people's
As millions of mindless morons the action replay again
Action again
Softly, softly, into your life, you're held in it's brilliant
Softly, softly, feeding itself on the you you'll know
You're life's reduced to nothing, but an media game
Big Brother ain't watching you mate, you're fucking him