Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh & Blood & Feelings

Margaret thatcher lives in reagan's underpants
She's been there for eight years cooking up her
To make the uk like big usa
selfmade men run everything and this is what they say
"once a time, we had an idea
Mr big thought it was a damn idea
we made the idea strong
And before too long could do no wrong
As the grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea grew too
We had a graphic who know just what to do
He made it and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the indians
White is apartheid
Blue is the "gee, I'll die for my country"
That made it all
Our history, made other people's misery
Our history, on other people's poverty
A present, the world which we were born
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest thing in the today?
It's the myth that men are big, includes us lads
The myth we've got a rocket down our pants
I was ten years old I was bought and sold
On films, tv, books, and pushing myths about mr. big
it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping wanger. the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!"
Mr big's the bigger it is the more it packs
Mr. shiny prick nuclear dick
How do we up to it?
At the age of twelve I to myself,
"it's grow"
For the next seven years I kept a check of things down
It grow
Now look at me on the front of this
Admittedly it's not
But even allowing for there's no comparison with
microphone, sylvester stallone
Electric guitars, sports
Errol flynn, hill's chin
Stars and stripes and pipes
F-111 and the contras
Post office tower power
Muscles and sweat
Ronald smile cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, on sixteen
No growth down below if you know I mean
I kept it very quiet, I felt a lot
I didn't like going in toilets
At school I showers
The separatism of an all-boys school
I couldn't relate to girls, there different rules
I just to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress
They did right not to like it, 'cause women are not fuckin'
with anything else which we keep to ourselves
We end up taking it out on somebody
It a big thing without being big at all
I very inadequate, confused, and small
We hide our feelings, our and our blood
Start putting out mr.
To be larger than life, more than flesh and blood
Like the at shool, at gigs and in pubs
We it doesn't hurt as we beat each other up
In our confusion we want to be more than flesh and
the good guys on tv, we pretend to have no feelings
It's easier to avoid the emotional
So when it comes to our lives we do not see who we're
the good guys on tv we don't know our own feelings
All I needed was
And it's as as this
flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest in the world today?
Us losing sight of feeling reality, instead, putting our in democracy
died in 1965, but God and country survived
As a lad I was full of it, it took me twenty to see through it
The state freedom which keeps us in our
Which us blind to how governments operate
And us war to cover our insignificance
And thatcher what she wanted
A vote of thanks, for britain, oppression with a smile
happy, the union jack's on the jack again over port stanley
Young growing are watching every move
To see how they up
Growing up confused, I did
their minds are being messed up
The pretending the reality as we turn out the lights
on the power and fuck the consequences
The reality of and violence
From the to the backstreets
And the mass-manufactured
From the to the battlefields
The of their freedom
Behind the smiles, the lies, the
The of trying to forget ourselves
Trying to hide but being racked with pain
Such is the life would have us lead
To or be killed for their idea
Where's the freedom, I ask, in being what to do?
And living in fear?
If we're ever gonna change thing
We've got to try and find a way within
Within our heads, our own confusion there must be something
Something real, a feeling which is not for
Which can't drown
A love for each other, and a will to resist the who will try to keep us down
Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada,
The free world penis power intervention is so
Where and blood and feeling people
Fighting for lives, trying to resist
Are and killed by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less
Peoplekind just trying to some sense in all of this mess
real, a feeling which will never be for sale
A love for each other, a will to resist who will build our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less
(repeat and fade)