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 to the consumer world.
Touch the smooth the veneer,
three-quarters of the world starves.
What do you
The continuing to glitter
The tinsel showers and
the magic wand.
Sell buy buy.
You the name of the game.....

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

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

All right sitting on the fence.
All right Jill 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 fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their pain
While the in the pantomine don't give a toss
And sing fucks and fads and loss
around 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.

and posing in a life of pretence,
In a mockery of caring,
Well you can't see a turd in a barrel of
If their idea of sharing.
Yeah peace is in so an old track
Buy a little cred the Greenham pack,
The biz is keen to or catch,
As the people they're cheering.

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

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

All Jack shit on the fence.
All right Jill on the fence.
All Jack shit on the fence.
All Jack 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 troopers and
On our side the and consumer cons
We've occupied, culture smashed and betrayed
But the spirit is untouched... out...

Smach the Mac, the Mac,
Smach the Mac, 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.

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 won't back.

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

America owns, wins.
Comes in bottles tins.
Blind our eyes, fills our
been 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 your war machines 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...

Mickey fuck off.