Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say, you found Jesus
the only one
You say, you've found
in the sun

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

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

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

still the same old story
A bloody War
A fight for and glory
Ain't gonna war no more

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

You got to yourself
nobody gonna do for you
You got to serve
Ain't gonna do for you
Well you may 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 it's in the bloody fridge
God, I was a kid

Didn't stuff like this
dinners and all that crap
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 that's great and he's the one
You say, you found Buddha
on his ass in the sun

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

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

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

still the same old story
A bloody War, you know with the Pope and all that stuff
A fight for love and
Ain't gonna study no war

A fight for God and and the Queen and all that
gonna set you free
Bomb you back into the fuckin' Age
If you won't be me, you know, get down on your knees and pray

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