Luyện nghe bài hát Smash The Mac

Roll up, up, to the land of dreams.
We weave and a web of fantasy.
We on the pain and fear.....
whisk you back to the consumer world.
Touch the surfaces the veneer,
three-quarters of the world starves.
What do you
The glitter to glitter
The tinsel and Tinkerbell
the magic wand.
Sell buy buy.
You know the of the game.....

All Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack on the fence,
All right Jack on the fence,
All right Jack on the fence.

They sit on the
Real stand against
And say they the best intention,
a rip-off trick, it's always hip
To keep in with
And if an dealer is the record boss,
The record can run'em at a loss.
It's money well spent to control the
they don't break gets bent.... John.

All right Jill on the fence.
All right Jill on the fence.
All Jill sitting on the fence.
All right sitting on the fence.

The people are fooled by the parasites who entertain
And take rich pickings fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their
the clowns in the pantomine don't give a toss
And sing about fucks and fads and
Sliding around in a froth,
Our world down the drain.

That's really wonderful.
off the wall.
That's really marvellous.
on the fence.
Really terrific out to lunch.
That really is a buzz on the fence.

Preening and in a life of pretence,
In a mockery of caring,
Well you see a turd in a barrel of shit
If their idea of sharing.
peace is in so dump an old track
Buy a little cred with the pack,
The biz is keen to or catch,
As the scream they're cheering.

All Jack. All right Jill.
The pen is mighty and can kill.
All Jack. All right Jill.
In one hand a gift in the a bill.

seen their best and we're not impressed,
So get priorities straight.
A hamper from Harrods and the gestures
Ain't change the state.
While the people who are prepared to act,
The clowns keep the system intact,
a commitment they so obviously lack.
The love they is hate.... fakes.

All right shit on the fence.
All right shit on the fence.
All right shit on the fence.
All right you shit on the fence.

But the fence, the fence, is by America.
Sit on the fence, by America.
They make no pretence, it's by America.
Sitting on the fence, by America.

On their side American troopers and
On our side the trash and consumer
We've been occupied, culture and betrayed
But the spirit is untouched... out...

the Mac, smach the Mac,
Smach the Mac, the Big Mac.
the Mac, smach the Mac,
Smach the Mac, the Big Mac.

burgers, burnt out brains,
Sterile fat, rain,
Chemical colours, creams,
Cut your teeth on American....

Stickin chicken, grains.
shittin, American reigns.
Kiddies fit in trains.
tick in American.... planes.

Smach the Mac. You're on back.
the Mac till it won't came back.
Smach the Mac. on your back.
Smach the Mac so it came back.

American tourist, free,
Two week in our misery.
A museum but a stinking home.
The hang on the rotten.... backbone.

owns, American wins.
Comes in packets tins.
Blind our eyes, fills our
It's our soul for twenty.... years.

Smach the Mac. tack.
the Mac, smach the big Mac.
Smach the Mac, it crack.
Smach the Mac, the big Mac.

We stand among your war looking for the light
Squaddies grunts and filth sip pepsi-cola to fight...

The of our world
you cover in plastic
Will through your plate-glass windows.

E.T. go home...
E.T. go home...

Mickey Mouse off.