Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say you found jesus
He's the one
You say you found
in the sun,
You say you mohammed
to the east
You say you found
in the street.

Well, somethin' missin' in this God almighty 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 in devils and you may believe in laws
But if you don't go out and serve yourself, lad (ain't no service here....? ......)

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

Get it?

You gotta serve
nobody gonna do it for you
You gotta yourself
Ain't nobody do it for you
Yeah, you may believe in and you may believe and laws
But christ, you gonna have to yourself 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 like this, t.v. fuckin' dinners and all that crap!
You kids, all fuckin' the same, want a fuckin' car now?
Lucky to a pair of shoes?

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

You gotta serve
nobody gonna do it for you, that's right 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 even believe in bloody
But there's something missin' in this whole stew
And it's mother, your poor bloody mother
She for you in the back bedroom
Full of piss and shit and midwives
God, you can't forget that awful moment, you
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 and all that stuff
A fight for love and
Ain't 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 fuckin' stone age if you won't be me
You know, now get down on knees and pray
Well, there's something missin' in this God almighty
And your God damn mother, you dirty little git
Now get in and was your ears.