Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

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

You say, you found
Facin' to the
You say, you found
Dancin' in the

Well there's somethin' missing in this God stew
And it's your
(Your mother, forget your mother, lad)
You got to yourself
nobody gonna do it for you

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

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

A for God and country
We're gonna set you
put you back in the stone Age
If you won't be me, get it?

You got to serve
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 have to serve yourself
And all there is to it
So get right here it's in the bloody fridge
God, I was a kid

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

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

You say, you found
Kneeling on a bloody facin' the East
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 serve
nobody gonna do for you
(That's right, lad, you get that straight into your fuckin' head)
You got to yourself
(You know that, who else is do it for you, it ain't me, I tell you that)

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

And your mother, your poor bloody mother
(She what bore you in the back
of piss and shit and fuckin' midwives
God, you forget that awful moment
You know, you should have been in the war, lad
And you would know all about it, well, I'll you something)

It's the same old story
A Holy bloody War, you know with the and all that stuff
A fight for and glory
gonna study no more war

A fight for God and and the Queen and all that
We're gonna set you
Bomb you back into the fuckin' Age
If you be like me, you know, get down on your knees and pray

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