Luyện nghe bài hát Smash The Mac

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

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

sit on the fence;
Real people stand
And say they the best intention,
Just a rip-off trick, it's hip
To keep in dissention
And if an arms dealer is the boss,
The labels can run'em at a loss.
It's money well spent to the dross
What they don't gets bent.... John.

All right sitting on the fence.
All right sitting on the fence.
All Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill 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 pain
While the clowns in the pantomine don't give a
And about fucks and fads and loss
Sliding around in a froth,
Our world down the drain.

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

Preening and posing in a of pretence,
In a mockery of caring,
you can't see a turd in a barrel of shit
If that's their of sharing.
Yeah peace is in so dump an old
Buy a cred with the Greenham pack,
The biz is keen to or catch,
As the people scream 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.

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

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

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

On their American troopers and bombs
On our the trash and consumer cons
been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed
But the spirit is untouched... out...

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

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

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

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

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

owns, American wins.
Comes in packets tins.
our eyes, fills our ears
It's our soul 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 among your war machines for the light
Squaddies grunts and sip pepsi-cola wait to fight...

The bricks of our
That you cover in
Will sail through your windows.

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

Mickey Mouse off.