Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say, you Jesus Christ
the only one
You say, found Buddha
in the sun

You say, you found
Facin' to the
You say, you Krishna
in the streets

Well there's somethin' missing in this God Almighty
And it's mother
(Your mother, don't forget mother, lad)
You got to yourself
nobody gonna do it for you

You got to serve
nobody gonna do it for you
Well, you may believe in devils and you may believe in
But if you go out and serve yourself, lad
Ain't no service here

It's the same old story
A Holy War
A fight for and glory
Ain't gonna study war no

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

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

have stuff like this
TV-fuckin' and all that crap
You kids are all the fuckin' same!
a fuckin' car now, lucky to have a pair of shoes!

You tell me, you found Christ
Well great and he's the only one
You say, you found Buddha
on his ass in the sun

You say, you Mohammed
Kneeling on a bloody carpet facin' the
You say, you found
With a bald head in the street
(Well, Christ, now you're heard)

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

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

And it's your mother, your poor bloody
(She what bore you in the back
Full of piss and shit and fuckin'
God, you can't forget that moment
You know, you should have in the bloody war, lad
And you know all about it, well, I'll tell you something)

still the same old story
A bloody War, you know with the Pope and all that stuff
A for love and glory
Ain't study no more war

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

there's somethin' missing in this God Almighty stew
And it's goddamn mother you dirty little git
Now get in there and yer ears!