Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

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

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

You serve yourself
gonna 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....? ......)

still the same old story
A holy war
A fight for and glory
Ain't study war no more
A for God and country
gonna set you free
We'll put you back in the age
If you be like me.

Get it?

You gotta serve
nobody gonna do it for you
You gotta yourself
nobody gonna do it for you
Yeah, you may believe in and you may believe and laws
But christ, you gonna have to serve and that's all there is to it

So get right back here, in the bloody fridge!
God, I was a kid, we didn't have stuff like this, t.v. fuckin' dinners and all that crap!
You fuckin' kids, all fuckin' the same, want a car now?
Lucky to a pair of shoes?

You tell me found jesus christ,
great and he's the only one
You say you've found buddah
And he's sittin' on his in the sun,
You say you found
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 gonna do it for you, right lad
You better get that straight into your head!
You gotta serve yourself, you that, who else is gotta do that for you
It me, kid, I tell 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 bloody
But there's something missin' in whole bloody stew
And it's your mother, poor bloody mother
She for you in the back bedroom
Full of and shit and fuckin' midwives
God, you can't forget awful moment, you know
You should have been in the bloody war, lad, and you would 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 love and
Ain't gonna no more war
I fight for God and country and the queen and all
We're set you free, yeah,
ya back into the fuckin' stone age if you won't be like me
You know, now get down on your and pray
Well, there's something missin' in this God stew
And it's your God mother, you dirty little git
Now get in and was your ears.