Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say, you found Christ
He's the one
You say, you've found
in the sun

You say, you Mohammed
to the East
You say, you Krishna
in the streets

Well there's somethin' missing in this God stew
And it's mother
(Your mother, don't your mother, lad)
You got to serve
Ain't nobody do it for you

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

It's the same old story
A Holy War
A for love and glory
gonna study war no more

A for God and country
We're gonna set you
We'll put you back in the Age
If you won't be me, get it?

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

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

have stuff like this
TV-fuckin' dinners and all that
You fuckin' are all the fuckin' same!
a fuckin' car now, lucky to have a pair of shoes!

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

You say, you Mohammed
on a bloody carpet facin' the East
You say, you found
With a bald head in the street
(Well, Christ, now being heard)

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

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

And your mother, your poor bloody mother
(She bore you in the back bedroom
Full of piss and and fuckin' midwives
God, you forget that awful moment
You know, you should have in the bloody war, lad
And you would know all about it, well, tell you something)

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

A fight for God and country and the Queen and all
gonna set you free
Bomb you back into the fuckin' Age
If you be like me, you know, get down on your knees and pray

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