Luyện nghe bài hát Smash The Mac

Roll up, roll up, to the of dreams.
We and spin a web of fantasy.
We on the pain and fear.....
Then whisk you back to the world.
the surfaces smooth the veneer,
While three-quarters of the starves.
What do you
The glitter to glitter
The tinsel and Tinkerbell
Waves the wand.
sell buy buy.
You the name of the game.....

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

sit on the fence;
Real people against
And say they the best intention,
a rip-off 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 break bent.... John.

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

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

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

Preening and posing in a of pretence,
In a cynical of caring,
Well you see a turd in a barrel of shit
If that's idea of sharing.
Yeah 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 right Jack. All Jill.
The pen is mighty and can kill.
All right Jack. All Jill.
In one a gift in the other a bill.

We've seen their best and not impressed,
So get priorities straight.
A from Harrods and the patronising gestures
Ain't gonna the state.
While the who care are prepared to act,
The pantomine keep the system intact,
Shamming a they so obviously lack.
The they sing is hate.... fakes.

All right shit 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 no pretence, it's owned by America.
Sitting on the fence, by America.

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

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

Bronco burgers, out brains,
Sterile fat, 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. You're on back.
the Mac till it won't came back.
Smach the Mac. on your back.
the Mac so it won't came back.

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

America owns, wins.
Comes in packets tins.
Blind our eyes, fills our
It's our soul 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 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 sail through your windows.

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

Mouse fuck off.