Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

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

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

You gotta yourself
gonna do it for you
You gotta serve
Nobody do it for you
Well, you may believe in 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 war no more
A fight for God and
We're set you free
We'll put you back in the age
If you be like me.

Get it?

You gotta yourself
Ain't gonna do it for you
You gotta serve
nobody gonna do it for you
Yeah, you may in devils and you may believe and laws
But christ, you have 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 the same, want a fuckin' car now?
to have a pair of shoes?

You me you've found jesus christ,
That's great and he's the one
You say you've just buddah
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 bald head, dancin' in the
Well, christ now and bein' heard.

You gotta yourself
Ain't gonna do it for you, that's right lad
You better get that 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.

you may believe in jesus
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 this bloody stew
And it's your mother, your poor 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 have been in the war, lad, and you would know all about it
Well, I'll you somethin',

It's still the old story
A holy war
You with the pope and all that stuff
A fight for love and
Ain't study no more war
I fight for God and and the queen and all that
gonna set you free, yeah,
Bomb ya back into the stone age if you won't be like me
You know, now get on your knees and pray
Well, there's something in this God almighty stew
And it's your God damn mother, you dirty git
Now get in and was your ears.