Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

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

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

You gotta serve
Nobody do it for you
You gotta serve
Nobody 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 for love and glory
Ain't study war no more
A for God and country
We're gonna set you
We'll put you in the stone age
If you won't be me.

Get it?

You gotta 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 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' and all that crap!
You fuckin' kids, all fuckin' the same, want a car now?
Lucky to a pair of shoes?

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

You gotta yourself
nobody gonna do it for you, that's 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 me, kid, I tell you that.

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

still the same old story
A holy war
You with the pope and all that stuff
A for love and glory
gonna study no more 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 knees and pray
Well, there's missin' in this God almighty stew
And it's your God damn mother, you dirty git
Now get in there and was ears.