Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

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

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

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

It's still the old story
A bloody war
A fight for love and
Ain't gonna war no more
A for God and country
We're set you free
put you back in the stone age
If you won't be me.

Get it?

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

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

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

You gotta serve
Ain't gonna do it for you, that's right lad
You better get that straight into fuckin' head!
You gotta serve yourself, you know that, who is gotta do that for you
It me, kid, I tell you that.

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

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