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.....
Then whisk you back to the world.
the surfaces smooth the veneer,
While three-quarters of the starves.
do you care?
The glitter continuing to
The tinsel and Tinkerbell
the magic wand.
Sell buy buy.
You the name of the game.....

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

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

All right Jill 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 mindlessly
And take rich pickings fom the 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
around in a genital froth,
Our slips down the drain.

That's 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 cynical of caring,
Well you see a turd in a barrel of shit
If that's idea of sharing.
peace is in so dump an old track
Buy a cred with the Greenham pack,
The biz is to kill or catch,
As the people they're cheering.

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

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

All right Jack on the fence.
All right Jill on the fence.
All right Jack 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, owned by America.
Sitting on the fence, by America.

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

the Mac, smach the Mac,
Smach the Mac, 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

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

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

American tourist, free,
Two tour in our misery.
A good museum but a home.
The hang 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 war machines 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 fuck off.