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

In every good war there's a nude on the wall, to keep the men 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, to give you support.
While the bombs around, you fumble in dreams, with blank eyes see the corpses you've fought.

Our boys have away, our boys,
Our have 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 are bullseyes, the head count for less and there's no points for hitting the heart.
Jane, 25, said "Those lovely real he-men no red-blooded girl can deny
Are there for the taking, but it's all so frustrating if married and already tied".
But bare it all and have 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 young men who all did their duty are sinking away in the sea
And they've missed, just for them, the panties', displayed in The Sun, page three,

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

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

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

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