Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say you found christ
the only one
You say you buddah
in the sun,
You say you found
to the east
You say you krishna
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 yourself
Nobody 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....? ......)

It's the same old story
A bloody war
A fight for love and
Ain't study 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 nobody do it for you
You gotta yourself
Ain't gonna do it for you
Yeah, you may believe in devils and you may and laws
But christ, you gonna to serve yourself and that's 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 this, t.v. fuckin' dinners and all that crap!
You fuckin' kids, all fuckin' the same, want a fuckin' car
to have a pair of shoes?

You tell me found 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 carpet, facin' east
You say you krishna
With his bald head, dancin' in the
Well, christ now and bein' heard.

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

you may believe in jesus
And you may in marx
And you may believe in and spencers
And you may even believe in woolworths
But there's something missin' in whole bloody 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 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 still the same old
A bloody war
You know the pope and all that stuff
A for love and glory
Ain't gonna study no war
I fight for God and country and the and all that
We're set you free, yeah,
Bomb ya back into the fuckin' age if you won't be like me
You know, now get on your knees and pray
Well, something missin' in this God almighty stew
And your God damn mother, you dirty little git
Now get in and was your ears.