Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say you found jesus
the only one
You say you found
in the sun,
You say you mohammed
to the east
You say you krishna
in the street.

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

You serve yourself
Nobody do it for you
You gotta serve
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 here....? ......)

It's still the same old
A bloody war
A fight for love and
Ain't gonna war no more
A for God and country
We're set you free
put you back in the stone age
If you be like me.

Get it?

You gotta yourself
Ain't gonna do it for you
You gotta serve
Ain't gonna do it for you
Yeah, you may in devils and you may believe and laws
But christ, you gonna have to serve yourself and 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 this, t.v. fuckin' dinners and all that crap!
You fuckin' kids, all fuckin' the same, want a car now?
to have a pair of shoes?

You tell me you've jesus christ,
great and he's the only one
You say you've found buddah
And sittin' on his arse in the sun,
You say you mohammed
Kneelin' on a bloody carpet, 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 gonna do it for you, right lad
You better get that straight your fuckin' head!
You gotta serve yourself, you know that, who 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 even in bloody woolworths
But there's missin' in this whole bloody stew
And it's your mother, your poor bloody
She worked for you in the 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',

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