Luyện nghe bài hát Immortal Death

Our boys returned as men, our men.
Our men returned, amen.

The spoils of war. The hero, the lads, men pulled for war.
Set out to fight for the Great British flag that was waved by thousands ashore.
farewell, the girls bare it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts.
Carried away the calls for more and the men felt it worth fighting for.
It's all gone before, sexy Sue, Jane, The pin-up that's carried to battle.
The mascot that in every plane, every gun, markers of death,
of men,
In whose name we are slaughtered cattle.

In good war there's a nude on the wall, to keep the men happy and straight.
A saucy ole joke lads, it's all fun, when we hit land, who shall we rape?
Ah, the spoils of war, the knickers, the bras, momentos to you support.
While the bombs drop around, you fumble in dreams, blank eyes see the corpses you've fought.

Our boys have away, our boys,
Our boys gone away.
Our men have returned all and burned,
Our men returned, amen.

The guns point their muzzles away to the and below deck the men throw darts
The nipples are bullseyes, the head count for and there's no points for hitting the heart.
Shapely Jane, 25, said "Those lovely he-men no red-blooded girl can deny
Are there for the taking, but it's all so if your married and already tied".
But bare it all girls and all the dreams of dashing young soldiers so brave,
Send him a garter, a cross, love after, for soon he will be in his grave.
Ah, those rotting young men who all did their duty are away in the sea
And they've missed, just for them, the 'Invincible panties', displayed in The Sun, three,

The of war, the pin-up, the corpses,
Flesh that is and torn,
The that is curved, that is pink and seductive,
The that is ripped and laid bare,
The beckoning arms, the that are parted,
The welcoming and the wink,
The arms that are shredded, the legs are no more,
The face is rotten and stinks.
(The sickness of war, the men gone before, good and God speed you away
The madonna is there, stripped naked and on the door, she will show you the way.)

Our boys gone away, our boys
Our boys have away.
Our men have returned all tattered and
Our men returned, amen.

User, abuser, the conquering man makes use of of war,
Confirming the glory, the is raped and the soldiers rename her as 'whore',
Their bodies are torn and in their heads life is never the same,
the wall saucy Sal is still smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain,
Her body still perfect and tempting is blistered blood of his tears,
His confused and still frightened turns from the truth that he fears,
His friends that were killed for the reason of war is fought over lies,
The pin-up remains ever immortal as all around dies.

Our boys gone away,
Our boys, our boys gone away.
Our men have all tattered and burned,
Our men returned, amen, amen, AMEN.