Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

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

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

You gotta serve
Nobody do it for you
You serve yourself
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 old story
A bloody war
A fight for love and
Ain't gonna war no more
A for God and country
gonna set you free
We'll put you in the stone age
If you be like me.

Get it?

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

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

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

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

It's still the old story
A bloody war
You know with the pope and all stuff
A fight for and glory
gonna study no more war
I fight for God and and the queen and all that
We're set you free, yeah,
Bomb ya back into the fuckin' stone age if you be like me
You know, now get down on your and pray
Well, there's something missin' in God almighty stew
And it's your God damn mother, you dirty git
Now get in and was your ears.