Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Control

Industry on the mercenary
Military loves the warbath
Economics shape the landscape
All join together for the rape
intentions make a scapegoat
Excuse the corpse inside the trenchcoat
Praise the rotting minds the club tie
That sits in towers up in the sky
Above the clouds, obscure the earth
manoeuvres, moves for more death
Arms profit from the crushed head
the towers up on the ditch dead
Betrayal forms the skyline
Tinted catch the sunshine
Such ice cold beauty makes the heart
Five thousand miles away the dead
And here the graveyard to insult
The city with laughing tombstones
The profiteers, the butchers
Stir up the lust for legal
The dead who look up to them
Who authority the kills them
for the corporation making napalm
Workers watch the children
On T.V. as they eat meat pie
With refusal in minds eye
To see their own in that cold death
Their state of wealth that lost breath
In the official of deathplan
of men work to betray man
Stocks and shares declare the war
The torture behind the locked door
tops the big desk
Compose an overture to fine
The hideous grey men of our
Dim the colour, the clean air
Their forsake all that they dwell on
Drag the lover from the loved
Patriots is a backstep
A cruel noose around a neck
teach our children in the classroom
To respect a on a rostrum
To praise the the works of battle
out the ribbon, balloon and rattle
To dig their own graves in the earth
So sad and now to give birth