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
Dancin' in the

Well somethin' missing in this God Almighty stew
And it's your
(Your mother, don't your mother, lad)
You got to serve
Ain't gonna do it for you

You got to serve
nobody gonna 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
Ain't no service here

still the same old story
A Holy 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 won't be me, get it?

You got to yourself
Ain't gonna 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 all there is to it
So get right here it's in the bloody fridge
God, I was a kid

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

You tell me, you found Christ
Well great and he's the only 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
With a head dancin' in the street
(Well, Christ, now you're heard)

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

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

And it's your mother, your poor bloody
(She what bore you in the bedroom
Full of piss and shit and midwives
God, you can't 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 the same old story
A Holy bloody War, you know the Pope and all that stuff
A for love and glory
Ain't gonna no more war

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

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