Luyện nghe bài hát Smash The Mac

Roll up, up, to the land of dreams.
We and spin a web of fantasy.
We touch on the and fear.....
Then you back to the consumer world.
the surfaces smooth the veneer,
While of the world starves.
do you care?
The glitter continuing to
The tinsel showers and
the magic wand.
Sell buy buy.
You the name of the game.....

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

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

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

The people are fooled by the parasites who mindlessly
And take rich pickings fom the bombed out who've paid to bury their pain
While the clowns in the pantomine don't a toss
And sing about and fads and loss
Sliding around in a froth,
Our world down the drain.

That's really wonderful.
off the wall.
That's really marvellous.
on the fence.
Really well 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 can't see a turd in a barrel of
If that's idea of sharing.
peace is in so dump an old track
Buy a little cred the Greenham 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 hand a gift in the a bill.

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

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

On their side American and bombs
On our the trash and consumer cons
We've been occupied, smashed 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.
shittin, American reigns.
Kiddies fit in trains.
tick in American.... planes.

Smach the Mac. on your back.
Smach the Mac till it came back.
Smach the Mac. You're on 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.
Comes in packets tins.
our eyes, fills our ears
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 among war machines looking for the light
Squaddies grunts and filth sip wait to fight...

The bricks of our
That you cover in
Will sail through plate-glass windows.

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

Mouse fuck off.