Luyện nghe bài hát Smash The Mac

Roll up, roll up, to the of dreams.
We weave and a web of fantasy.
We touch on the and fear.....
Then whisk you back to the world.
the surfaces smooth the veneer,
While of the world starves.
What do you
The glitter continuing to
The tinsel and Tinkerbell
the magic wand.
Sell buy buy.
You know the of the game.....

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

sit on the fence;
Real stand against
And say they have the intention,
Just a trick, it's always hip
To keep in with
And if an dealer is the record boss,
The record can run'em at a loss.
It's money well spent to control the
What don't break gets bent.... John.

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

The people are fooled by the parasites who entertain
And take pickings fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their pain
While the clowns in the pantomine don't a toss
And about fucks and fads and loss
Sliding around in a froth,
Our world down the drain.

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

Preening and posing in a of pretence,
In a mockery of caring,
Well you can't see a in a barrel of shit
If their idea of sharing.
Yeah is in so dump an old track
Buy a cred with the Greenham pack,
The biz is to kill or catch,
As the people they're cheering.

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

We've their best and we're not impressed,
So lets get straight.
A hamper from and the patronising gestures
Ain't gonna the state.
the people who care are prepared to act,
The pantomine clowns the system intact,
Shamming a commitment they so lack.
The love they is hate.... fakes.

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

But the fence, the fence, is by America.
Sit on the fence, by America.
They make no pretence, owned by America.
Sitting on the fence, by America.

On their side American and bombs
On our side the trash and consumer
We've been occupied, culture smashed and
But the spirit is untouched... out...

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

Bronco burgers, out brains,
fat, deadly rain,
Chemical colours, creams,
Cut teeth on American.... dreams

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

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

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

America owns, wins.
in packets bottles tins.
Blind our eyes, our ears
It's our soul for twenty.... years.

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

We stand among your war machines 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 fuck off.