Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say, you Jesus Christ
the only one
You say, found Buddha
in the sun

You say, you Mohammed
to the East
You say, you Krishna
Dancin' in the

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

You got to yourself
Ain't nobody 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 service

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

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

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

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

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

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

You got to serve
nobody gonna do for you
You got to serve
nobody gonna do for you
(That's right, lad, you better get straight into your fuckin' 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 believe in Marks and
And you may believe in Woolworths
But there's something missing in this whole bloody

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

still the same 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 won't be me, you know, get down on your knees and pray

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