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.
Touch the smooth the veneer,
While of the world starves.
do you care?
The continuing to glitter
The tinsel and Tinkerbell
the magic wand.
Sell buy buy.
You know the of the game.....

All Jack 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,
a rip-off trick, it's always hip
To keep in dissention
And if an arms dealer is the boss,
The record can run'em at a loss.
It's money well spent to control the
What don't break gets bent.... John.

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

The are fooled by the parasites who mindlessly entertain
And take rich pickings fom the bombed out crowds who've to bury their pain
While the clowns in the pantomine give a toss
And about fucks and fads and loss
Sliding in a genital froth,
Our world down the drain.

That's 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 in a life of pretence,
In a cynical of caring,
you can't see a turd in a barrel of shit
If that's idea of sharing.
Yeah peace is in so an old track
Buy a cred with 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 hand a in the other a bill.

We've seen their best and 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 clowns keep the system intact,
a commitment they so obviously lack.
The love they is hate.... fakes.

All right shit on the fence.
All right shit on the fence.
All right 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 make no pretence, owned by America.
on the fence, owned by America.

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

Smach the Mac, the Mac,
the Mac, smach 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

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

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

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

America owns, wins.
Comes in bottles tins.
our eyes, fills our ears
It's been our for twenty.... years.

Smach the Mac. tack.
the Mac, smach the big Mac.
Smach the Mac, it crack.
the Mac, smach the big Mac.

We among your war machines looking for the light
Squaddies grunts and filth sip wait to fight...

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

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

Mickey Mouse off.