Luyện nghe bài hát Smash The Mac

Roll up, roll up, to the of dreams.
We weave and a web of fantasy.
We on the pain and fear.....
Then whisk you to the consumer world.
Touch the smooth the veneer,
three-quarters of the world starves.
What do you
The continuing to glitter
The tinsel showers and
Waves the wand.
sell buy buy.
You the name of the game.....

All right sitting on the fence,
All right Jack on the fence,
All right Jack on the fence,
All Jack sitting on the fence.

They sit on the
Real people stand
And say have the best intention,
Just a rip-off trick, it's hip
To keep in with
And if an arms dealer is the boss,
The labels can run'em at a loss.
It's money well spent to control the
What they don't gets bent.... John.

All right Jill on the fence.
All right sitting on the fence.
All right sitting on the fence.
All Jill sitting on the fence.

The people are fooled by the who mindlessly entertain
And take pickings fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their pain
While the clowns in the pantomine give a toss
And about fucks and fads and loss
Sliding in a genital froth,
Our world down the drain.

really really wonderful.
off the wall.
That's really marvellous.
on the fence.
Really terrific out to lunch.
That really is a buzz on the fence.

Preening and posing in a of pretence,
In a cynical of caring,
Well you can't see a turd in a barrel of
If that's idea of sharing.
peace is in so dump an old track
Buy a little cred with the pack,
The biz is to kill or catch,
As the people they're cheering.

All right Jack. All Jill.
The pen is mighty and can kill.
All right Jack. All Jill.
In one hand a in the other a bill.

We've seen their and we're not impressed,
So lets get straight.
A hamper from Harrods and the patronising
gonna change the state.
While the people who are prepared to act,
The pantomine clowns the system intact,
Shamming a they so obviously lack.
The love they is hate.... fakes.

All right shit on the fence.
All Jill shit on the fence.
All right shit on the fence.
All Jack you shit on the fence.

But the fence, the fence, is by America.
Sit on the fence, by America.
They no pretence, it's owned by America.
Sitting on the fence, by America.

On their American troopers and bombs
On our the trash and consumer cons
We've been occupied, culture and betrayed
But the is untouched... look out...

the Mac, smach the Mac,
Smach the Mac, the Big Mac.
the Mac, smach the Mac,
Smach the Mac, the Big Mac.

Bronco burgers, out brains,
Sterile fat, rain,
colours, Kentucky creams,
Cut your on American.... dreams

chicken, American grains.
Licking shittin, reigns.
Kiddies fit in trains.
tick in American.... planes.

Smach the Mac. You're on back.
Smach the Mac till it won't back.
Smach the Mac. on your back.
the Mac so it won't came back.

American tourist, free,
Two week in our misery.
A good museum but a home.
The hang on the rotten.... backbone.

owns, American wins.
Comes in bottles tins.
our eyes, fills our ears
It's our soul for twenty.... years.

the Mac. American tack.
Smach the Mac, the big Mac.
Smach the Mac, it crack.
Smach the Mac, the big Mac.

We stand among your war looking for the light
Squaddies and filth sip pepsi-cola wait to fight...

The bricks of our
That you in plastic
Will sail your plate-glass windows.

E.T. go home...
E.T. go home...

Mickey Mouse off.