Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say you found christ
He's the one
You say you buddah
in the sun,
You say you found
Facin' to the
You say you krishna
in the street.

Well, there's somethin' missin' in this God almighty
And your mother,
Your mother, don't your mother, lad.

You gotta serve
Nobody do it for you
You gotta serve
Nobody do it for you
Well, you may believe in devils and you may in laws
But if you go out and serve yourself, lad (ain't no room service here....? ......)

It's still the same old
A holy war
A fight for and glory
gonna study war no more
A fight for God and
We're set you free
We'll put you in the stone age
If you won't be me.

Get it?

You serve yourself
nobody gonna do it for you
You gotta yourself
Ain't nobody do it for you
Yeah, you may believe in and you may believe and laws
But christ, you gonna have to serve yourself and that's all is to it

So get right back here, in the bloody fridge!
God, when I was a kid, we didn't have like this, t.v. fuckin' dinners and all that crap!
You fuckin' kids, all fuckin' the same, want a car now?
Lucky to a pair of shoes?

You tell me you've jesus christ,
That's and he's the only one
You say you've found buddah
And he's sittin' on his in the sun,
You say you mohammed
Kneelin' on a carpet, facin' east
You say you krishna
With his head, dancin' in the street
Well, now and you're bein' heard.

You gotta serve
Ain't nobody do it for you, that's right lad
You better get that into your fuckin' head!
You gotta serve yourself, you know that, who else is gotta do for you
It me, kid, I tell you that.

Well you may believe in
And you may in marx
And you may in marks and spencers
And you may even believe in bloody
But there's something missin' in whole bloody stew
And it's your mother, your poor mother
She for you in the back bedroom
Full of piss and shit and fuckin'
God, you can't forget that awful moment, you
You should have been in the bloody war, lad, and you know all about it
Well, I'll you somethin',

It's still the same old
A holy war
You know with the pope and all that
A fight for and glory
Ain't study no more war
I fight for God and country and the and all that
We're set you free, yeah,
ya back into the fuckin' stone age if you won't be like me
You know, now get on your knees and pray
Well, there's something in this God almighty stew
And it's God damn mother, you dirty little git
Now get in and was your ears.