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 found
to the east
You say you krishna
in the street.

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

You serve yourself
gonna do it for you
You gotta serve
gonna do it for you
Well, you may believe in and you may believe in laws
But if you don't go out and 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 for God and country
gonna set you free
We'll put you back in the age
If you be like me.

Get it?

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

So get right back here, 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 fuckin' the same, want a fuckin' car
Lucky to a pair of shoes?

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

You gotta yourself
Ain't gonna do it for you, that's right lad
You get that straight into your fuckin' head!
You gotta yourself, you know that, who else is gotta do that for you
It ain't me, kid, I you that.

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

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