Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say you found christ
the only one
You say you found
in the sun,
You say you mohammed
to the east
You say you found
in the street.

Well, there's somethin' missin' in this God stew
And it's mother,
Your mother, don't forget mother, lad.

You serve yourself
gonna do it for you
You gotta yourself
gonna do it for you
Well, you may believe in devils and you may believe in
But if you don't go out and yourself, lad (ain't no room service here....? ......)

still the same old story
A holy war
A fight for and glory
Ain't gonna war no more
A for God and country
We're gonna set you
put you back in the stone age
If you won't be me.

Get it?

You serve yourself
Ain't nobody do it for you
You gotta yourself
Ain't gonna do it for you
Yeah, you may in devils and you may believe and laws
But christ, you gonna have to serve yourself and all there is to it

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

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

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

Well you may believe in
And you may in marx
And you may believe in marks and
And you may believe in bloody woolworths
But there's something missin' in this whole bloody
And your mother, your poor bloody mother
She for you in the back bedroom
of piss 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, I'll you somethin',

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