Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say, you found Jesus
He's the one
You say, you've found
in the sun

You say, you Mohammed
to the East
You say, you found
in the streets

Well there's somethin' missing in this God stew
And it's your
(Your mother, don't your mother, lad)
You got to serve
Ain't gonna do it for you

You got to yourself
Ain't gonna do it for you
Well, you may in devils and you may believe in Lords
But if you don't go out and yourself, lad
Ain't no service here

It's the same old story
A bloody War
A for love and glory
gonna study war no more

A for God and country
We're gonna set you
We'll put you back in the Age
If you be like me, get it?

You got to yourself
Ain't nobody do for you
You got to serve
nobody gonna do for you
Well you may believe in devils and you may in Lords

But Christ, you're gonna to serve yourself
And that's all is to it
So get back here it's in the bloody fridge
God, I was a kid

Didn't have stuff like
TV-fuckin' dinners and all that
You fuckin' are all the fuckin' same!
Want a fuckin' car now, lucky to a pair of shoes!

You tell me, you found Jesus
Well that's great and he's the one
You say, you just found
on his ass in the sun

You say, you found
Kneeling on a bloody carpet the East
You say, you Krishna
With a bald head in the street
(Well, Christ, now being heard)

You got to yourself
Ain't gonna do for you
You got to serve
Ain't nobody do for you
(That's right, lad, you better get straight into your fuckin' head)
You got to yourself
(You know that, who is gonna do it for you, it ain't me, I tell you that)

Well, you may believe in Jesus and you may in Marx
And you may in Marks and Spencer's
And you may in bloody Woolworths
But there's something missing in whole bloody stew

And it's your mother, your bloody mother
(She what you in the back bedroom
Full of piss and shit and midwives
God, you can't forget awful moment
You know, you should have been in the war, lad
And you would know all about it, well, I'll you something)

still the same old story
A Holy bloody War, you know with the Pope and all that
A fight for and glory
gonna study no more war

A fight for God and country and the Queen and all
gonna set you free
Bomb you back into the fuckin' Age
If you won't be like me, you know, get down on your and pray

Well somethin' missing in this God Almighty stew
And your goddamn mother you dirty little git
Now get in and wash yer ears!