Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say, you found Jesus
He's the one
You say, found Buddha
in the sun

You say, you found
Facin' to the
You say, you Krishna
in the streets

Well there's somethin' missing in God Almighty stew
And your mother
(Your mother, don't forget mother, lad)
You got to yourself
nobody gonna do it for you

You got to serve
Ain't nobody do it for you
Well, you may believe in and you may believe in Lords
But if you don't go out and yourself, lad
no room service here

It's still the same old
A bloody War
A fight for love and
Ain't gonna war no more

A for God and country
We're gonna set you
We'll put you back in the Age
If you be like me, get it?

You got to serve
Ain't nobody do for you
You got to yourself
nobody gonna do for you
Well you may believe in and you may believe in Lords

But Christ, gonna have to serve yourself
And that's all is to it
So get right back it's in the bloody fridge
God, I was a kid

Didn't stuff like this
dinners and all that crap
You fuckin' kids are all the same!
Want a fuckin' car now, lucky to a pair of shoes!

You me, you found Jesus Christ
Well that's and he's the only one
You say, you just found
on his ass in the sun

You say, you Mohammed
Kneeling on a carpet facin' the East
You say, you found
With a head dancin' in the street
(Well, Christ, now you're heard)

You got to yourself
nobody gonna do for you
You got to yourself
nobody gonna do for you
(That's right, lad, you better get straight into your fuckin' head)
You got to serve
(You that, who else is gonna do it for you, it ain't me, I tell you that)

Well, you may believe in Jesus and you may in Marx
And you may believe in and Spencer's
And you may in bloody Woolworths
But there's something missing in this bloody stew

And it's your mother, poor bloody mother
(She what you in the back bedroom
Full of and shit and fuckin' midwives
God, you can't forget awful moment
You know, you have been in the bloody war, lad
And you would know all about it, well, I'll you something)

It's the same old story
A Holy bloody War, you know with the and all that stuff
A for love and glory
Ain't study no more war

A for God and country and the Queen and all that
We're set you free
Bomb you back the fuckin' Stone Age
If you won't be like me, you know, get down on your and pray

Well there's somethin' missing in this God stew
And it's your goddamn mother you little git
Now get in there and yer ears!