Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Control

Industry on the bloodpath
Military loves the warbath
Economics shape the landscape
All join for the grand rape
Moral intentions a scapegoat
Excuse the rotting corpse inside the
Praise the rotting above the club tie
That in towers up in the blue sky
Above the clouds, obscure the earth
Discuss manoeuvres, for more death
Arms make profit from the crushed
the towers up on the ditch dead
Betrayal the formal skyline
Tinted catch the sunshine
Such ice cold makes the heart sink
Five thousand away the dead stink
And the graveyard to insult them
The city shines laughing tombstones
The profiteers, the warcry
Stir up the lust for legal
The living dead who look up to
Who accept authority the kills
for the corporation making napalm
Workers the burning children
On T.V. as eat their meat pie
With refusal in their eye
To see own lives in that cold death
Their state of wealth that lost breath
In the offices of deathplan
Leaders of men work to man
and shares declare the next war
The torture behind the locked door
Propaganda the big desk
Compose an overture to fine
The hideous grey men of our
Dim the colour, foul the air
Their eyes forsake all that dwell on
the lover from the loved ones
Patriots is a backstep
A cruel noose a young neck
They our children in the classroom
To respect a madman on a
To praise the the dirty works of
Bring out the ribbon, and rattle
To dig their own graves in the earth
So sad and now to give birth