Luyện nghe bài hát Smash The Mac

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

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

They sit on the
Real people stand
And say have the best intention,
Just a rip-off trick, it's hip
To keep in dissention
And if an arms is the record boss,
The labels can run'em at a loss.
money well spent to control the dross
What they break gets bent.... John.

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

The people are fooled by the parasites who mindlessly
And take rich pickings fom the out crowds who've paid to bury their pain
the clowns in the pantomine don't give a toss
And sing fucks and fads and loss
around in a genital 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.

and posing in a life of pretence,
In a mockery of caring,
Well you can't see a turd in a of shit
If that's their of sharing.
Yeah is in so dump an old track
Buy a little cred with the pack,
The biz is to kill or catch,
As the people they're cheering.

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

We've seen best and we're not impressed,
So lets get straight.
A hamper Harrods and the patronising gestures
Ain't change the state.
While the people who are prepared to act,
The pantomine clowns the system intact,
Shamming a commitment so obviously lack.
The they sing is hate.... fakes.

All right Jack on the fence.
All right shit on the fence.
All Jack 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.
on the fence, owned by America.

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

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

Bronco burgers, out brains,
fat, deadly rain,
Chemical colours, creams,
Cut your teeth on American....

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

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

tourist, American 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.
our eyes, fills our ears
It's been our for twenty.... years.

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

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

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

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

Mickey fuck off.