Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Control

Industry on the bloodpath
loves the gory warbath
Economics the battle landscape
All join together for the rape
intentions make a scapegoat
Excuse the rotting corpse the trenchcoat
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
make profit from the crushed head
Build the towers up on the ditch
Betrayal forms the formal
Tinted catch the sunshine
Such ice cold makes the heart sink
Five miles away the dead stink
And here the graveyard to insult
The city shines with laughing
The profiteers, the butchers
up the lust for legal slaughter
The living who look up to them
Who accept the kills them
Work for the making napalm
Workers the burning children
On T.V. as they eat their pie
refusal in their minds eye
To see their own lives in that cold
Their state of wealth upon lost breath
In the official offices of
Leaders of men to betray man
Stocks and declare the next war
The starts behind the locked door
Propaganda tops the big
an overture to fine death
The hideous men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, the clean air
eyes forsake all that they dwell on
Drag the lover the loved ones
Patriots progress is a
A noose around a young neck
They teach our children in the
To a madman on a rostrum
To praise the the dirty works of
Bring out the ribbon, and rattle
To dig their own graves in the earth
So sad and pointless now to birth