Luyện nghe bài hát Serve Yourself

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

You say, you found
Facin' to the
You say, you Krishna
Dancin' in the

Well somethin' missing in this God Almighty stew
And your mother
(Your mother, forget your mother, lad)
You got to serve
Ain't nobody do it for you

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

It's still the same old
A bloody War
A fight for love and
gonna study war no more

A fight for God and
We're set you free
put you back in the stone Age
If you be like me, get it?

You got to yourself
nobody gonna do for you
You got to serve
nobody gonna do for you
Well you may believe in and you may believe in Lords

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

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

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

You say, you found
Kneeling on a bloody carpet facin' the
You say, you Krishna
With a bald head dancin' in the
(Well, Christ, now you're heard)

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

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

And it's your mother, your poor mother
(She what you in the back bedroom
Full of piss and and fuckin' midwives
God, you can't forget that awful
You know, you should have in the bloody war, lad
And you would know all about it, well, tell you something)

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

A fight for God and country and the Queen and all
gonna set you free
Bomb you back into the fuckin' Age
If you won't be like me, you know, get down on knees and pray

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