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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Didn't have like this
TV-fuckin' dinners and all crap
You fuckin' are all the fuckin' same!
Want a fuckin' car now, to have a pair of shoes!

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

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

You got to serve
Ain't gonna do for you
You got to yourself
Ain't gonna do for you
(That's right, lad, you better get straight into your fuckin' head)
You got to yourself
(You know that, who else is do it for you, it ain't me, I tell you that)

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

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

It's still the old story
A Holy bloody War, you with the Pope and all that stuff
A fight for and glory
gonna study no more war

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

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