Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

You say, you found Christ
the only one
You say, you've Buddha
in the sun

You say, you Mohammed
to the East
You say, you Krishna
in the streets

Well there's somethin' missing in God Almighty stew
And it's your
(Your mother, don't your mother, lad)
You got to serve
Ain't gonna do it for you

You got to serve
Ain't gonna do it for you
Well, you may in devils and you may believe in Lords
But if you go out and serve yourself, lad
no room service here

It's still the old story
A Holy War
A for love and glory
Ain't gonna war no more

A fight for God and
We're set you free
We'll put you in the stone Age
If you won't be me, get it?

You got to yourself
nobody gonna do for you
You got to yourself
Ain't nobody do for you
Well you may believe in devils and you may in Lords

But Christ, you're gonna have to yourself
And that's all is to it
So get right here it's in the bloody fridge
God, I was a kid

Didn't have like this
TV-fuckin' dinners and all that
You fuckin' are all the fuckin' same!
Want a car now, lucky to have a pair of shoes!

You tell me, you found Christ
Well that's great and he's the one
You say, you just Buddha
on his ass in the sun

You say, you found
on a bloody carpet facin' the East
You say, you found
a bald head dancin' in the street
(Well, Christ, now being heard)

You got to serve
Ain't gonna do for you
You got to yourself
Ain't nobody do for you
(That's right, lad, you better get that into your fuckin' head)
You got to yourself
(You know that, who else is gonna do it for you, it ain't me, I you that)

Well, you may believe in Jesus and you may believe in
And you may believe in Marks and
And you may believe in bloody
But there's something missing in this bloody stew

And your mother, your poor bloody mother
(She bore you in the back bedroom
Full of piss and and fuckin' midwives
God, you can't forget that moment
You know, you have been in the bloody war, lad
And you know all about it, well, I'll tell you something)

It's still the same old
A bloody War, you know with the Pope and all that stuff
A fight for love and
Ain't gonna no more war

A fight for God and and the Queen and all that
We're gonna set you
Bomb you back the fuckin' Stone Age
If you won't be like me, you know, get down on your and pray

Well there's somethin' missing in this God stew
And it's your goddamn you dirty little git
Now get in and wash yer ears!