Luyện nghe bài hát Nineteen Eighty Bore

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