Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say, you found Christ
He's the one
You say, you've Buddha
in the sun

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

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

You got to yourself
Ain't gonna do it for you
Well, you may believe in and you may believe in Lords
But if you go out and serve yourself, lad
Ain't no room here

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

A fight for God and
We're set you free
We'll put you back in the Age
If you be like me, get it?

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

But Christ, gonna have to serve yourself
And that's all is to it
So get right back here it's in the bloody
God, I was a kid

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

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

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

You got to yourself
nobody gonna do for you
You got to serve
Ain't 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 gonna do it for you, it ain't me, I 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 this bloody stew

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

It's still the same old
A Holy bloody War, you with the Pope and all that stuff
A for love and glory
Ain't gonna no more war

A for God and country and the Queen and all that
We're gonna set you
Bomb you into the fuckin' Stone Age
If you won't be like me, you know, get down on knees and pray

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