Luyện nghe bài hát Smash The Mac

Roll up, roll up, to the of dreams.
We weave and a web of fantasy.
We on the pain and fear.....
Then whisk you back to the world.
Touch the smooth the veneer,
While three-quarters of the starves.
do you care?
The continuing to glitter
The tinsel and Tinkerbell
Waves the wand.
Sell buy buy.
You know the of the game.....

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

They sit on the
people stand against
And say they the best intention,
Just a rip-off trick, always hip
To keep in with
And if an arms is the record boss,
The record can run'em at a loss.
money well spent to control the dross
What they don't break bent.... John.

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

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

really 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 in a life of pretence,
In a cynical of caring,
Well you can't see a turd in a of shit
If that's idea of sharing.
Yeah peace is in so dump an old
Buy a little cred with the pack,
The biz is to kill or catch,
As the scream they're cheering.

All right Jack. All Jill.
The pen is and looks 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 lets get straight.
A hamper Harrods and the patronising gestures
Ain't change the state.
the people who care are prepared to act,
The pantomine clowns keep the intact,
Shamming a commitment they so lack.
The love sing is hate.... fakes.

All right Jack on the fence.
All right Jill on the fence.
All Jack 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.
They make no pretence, it's 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, smashed and betrayed
But the spirit is untouched... out...

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

burgers, burnt out brains,
Sterile fat, rain,
Chemical colours, creams,
Cut your on American.... dreams

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

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

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

America owns, wins.
Comes in packets tins.
Blind our eyes, our ears
been our soul 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 stand among your war machines for the light
Squaddies and filth sip pepsi-cola wait to fight...

The of our world
you cover in plastic
Will sail through your windows.

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

Mouse fuck off.