Luyện nghe bài hát Smash The Mac

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

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

They sit on the
Real people against
And say they the best intention,
a rip-off trick, it's always hip
To in with dissention
And if an arms dealer is the boss,
The record labels can at a loss.
It's money well to control the dross
What they don't break bent.... John.

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

The are fooled 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 give a toss
And sing about fucks and and loss
Sliding around in a froth,
Our world slips 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 buzz on the fence.

Preening and posing in a of pretence,
In a mockery of caring,
Well you can't see a turd in a of shit
If that's their of sharing.
Yeah peace is in so an old track
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 Jack. All right Jill.
In one hand a gift in the a bill.

We've seen best and we're not impressed,
So lets get straight.
A hamper from Harrods and the patronising
gonna change the state.
While the who care are prepared to act,
The pantomine clowns keep the intact,
Shamming a they so obviously lack.
The they sing is hate.... fakes.

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

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

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

Bronco burgers, out brains,
Sterile fat, rain,
Chemical colours, creams,
Cut teeth on American.... dreams

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

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

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

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

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

We stand your war machines looking for the light
grunts and filth sip pepsi-cola wait to fight...

The bricks of our
That you in plastic
Will sail through your windows.

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

Mickey Mouse off.