Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say you found christ
the only 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 God almighty stew
And your mother,
Your mother, forget your mother, lad.

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

still the same old story
A holy war
A fight for love and
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 be like me.

Get it?

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

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

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

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

you may believe in jesus
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 this bloody stew
And it's your mother, your poor bloody
She worked for you in the back
Full of piss and shit and fuckin'
God, you can't forget that moment, you know
You should have been in the bloody war, lad, and you would know all it
Well, tell you somethin',

It's still the old story
A bloody war
You with the pope and all that stuff
A fight for love and
Ain't gonna study no war
I fight for God and country and the queen and all
gonna set you free, yeah,
Bomb ya back into the stone age if you won't be like me
You know, now get down on your and pray
Well, something missin' in this God almighty stew
And it's your God mother, you dirty little git
Now get in there and was ears.