Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

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

Well, somethin' missin' in this God almighty stew
And your mother,
Your mother, forget your mother, lad.

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

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

Get it?

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

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

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

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

you may believe in jesus
And you may believe in
And you may believe in marks and
And you may even in bloody woolworths
But there's something missin' in this bloody stew
And it's your mother, your poor bloody
She for you in the back bedroom
Full of and shit and fuckin' midwives
God, you can't forget that moment, you know
You should been in the bloody war, lad, and you would know all about it
Well, tell you somethin',

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