Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say you found jesus
He's the one
You say you buddah
in the sun,
You say you mohammed
Facin' to the
You say you found
in the street.

Well, somethin' missin' in this God almighty stew
And it's mother,
Your mother, forget your mother, lad.

You gotta serve
gonna do it for you
You gotta serve
Nobody do it for you
Well, you may in devils and you may believe in laws
But if you go out and serve yourself, lad (ain't no room service here....? ......)

still the same old story
A holy war
A fight for love and
gonna study war no more
A fight for God and
We're set you free
put you back in the stone age
If you be like me.

Get it?

You gotta yourself
Ain't gonna do it for you
You gotta serve
Ain't gonna do it for you
Yeah, you may in devils and you may believe and laws
But christ, you gonna have to yourself and that's all there is to it

So get right back here, it's in the fridge!
God, I was a kid, we didn't have stuff like this, t.v. fuckin' dinners and all that crap!
You fuckin' kids, all the same, want a fuckin' car now?
Lucky to a pair of shoes?

You me you've found jesus christ,
That's great and he's the one
You say you've just buddah
And sittin' on his arse in the sun,
You say you mohammed
on a bloody carpet, facin' east
You say you krishna
his bald head, dancin' in the street
Well, now and you're bein' heard.

You gotta yourself
Ain't nobody gonna do it for you, right lad
You get that straight into your fuckin' head!
You gotta serve yourself, you know that, who is gotta do that for you
It ain't me, kid, I you that.

Well you may in jesus
And you may in marx
And you may believe in and spencers
And you may even believe in bloody
But there's something missin' in this bloody stew
And it's your mother, your poor bloody
She worked for you in the back
Full of and shit and fuckin' midwives
God, you can't forget awful moment, you know
You should have been in the bloody war, lad, and you know all about it
Well, tell you somethin',

It's still the old story
A holy war
You know with the pope and all stuff
A for love and glory
gonna study no more war
I for God and country and the queen and all that
We're set you free, yeah,
Bomb ya back into the fuckin' stone age if you won't be me
You know, now get down on your and pray
Well, there's missin' in this God almighty stew
And it's your God damn mother, you little git
Now get in and was your ears.