Luyện nghe bài hát Smash The Mac

Roll up, roll up, to the of dreams.
We weave and a web of fantasy.
We touch on the and fear.....
Then whisk you back to the world.
Touch the smooth the veneer,
three-quarters of the world starves.
What do you
The glitter continuing to
The showers and Tinkerbell
Waves the wand.
Sell buy buy.
You know the of the game.....

All Jack 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 against
And say they have the intention,
Just a trick, it's always hip
To in with dissention
And if an arms dealer is the boss,
The labels can run'em at a loss.
It's money spent to control the dross
What they don't gets bent.... John.

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

The people are fooled by the who mindlessly entertain
And take rich pickings fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their
While the clowns in the pantomine give a toss
And sing fucks and fads and loss
Sliding in a genital froth,
Our world down the drain.

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

Preening and posing in a of pretence,
In a mockery of caring,
Well you see a turd in a barrel of shit
If that's their of sharing.
Yeah peace is in so an old track
Buy a cred with the Greenham pack,
The biz is to kill or catch,
As the people scream cheering.

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

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

All Jack shit on the fence.
All Jill 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 side American troopers and
On our the trash and consumer cons
We've been occupied, culture and betrayed
But the is untouched... look out...

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

Bronco burgers, out brains,
Sterile fat, rain,
colours, Kentucky creams,
Cut teeth on American.... dreams

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

the Mac. You're on your back.
Smach the Mac till it came back.
the Mac. You're on your back.
Smach the Mac so it came back.

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

America owns, wins.
in packets bottles tins.
Blind our eyes, fills our
It's been our for twenty.... years.

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

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

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

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

Mouse fuck off.