Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Control

Industry on the mercenary
Military the gory warbath
Economics shape the landscape
All join for the grand rape
Moral make a scapegoat
Excuse the rotting inside the trenchcoat
Praise the rotting minds above the tie
sits in towers up in the blue sky
Above the clouds, obscure the earth
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more
Arms profit from the crushed head
Build the up on the ditch dead
forms the formal skyline
Tinted windows the sunshine
ice cold beauty makes the heart sink
Five miles away the dead stink
And here the to insult them
The city shines laughing tombstones
The profiteers, the warcry
Stir up the for legal slaughter
The living dead who up to them
Who accept authority the kills
Work for the corporation making
watch the burning children
On T.V. as they eat their pie
With refusal in minds eye
To see their own lives in that cold
Their state of upon that lost breath
In the official of deathplan
of men work to betray man
Stocks and declare the next war
The torture starts the locked door
Propaganda the big desk
Compose an overture to death
The hideous grey men of our
Dim the colour, the clean air
Their eyes forsake all that dwell on
Drag the lover the loved ones
progress is a backstep
A cruel noose around a young
They teach our children in the
To respect a madman on a
To the the dirty works of battle
Bring out the ribbon, balloon and
To dig own graves in the cold earth
So sad and pointless now to birth