Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Control

Industry on the mercenary
Military loves the warbath
shape the battle landscape
All together for the grand rape
intentions make 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 scarred
manoeuvres, moves for more death
Arms profit from the crushed head
Build the towers up on the dead
Betrayal forms the skyline
Tinted catch the sunshine
Such ice cold makes the heart sink
Five thousand miles away the stink
And the graveyard to insult them
The shines with laughing tombstones
The profiteers, the warcry
Stir up the for legal slaughter
The living dead who look up to
Who accept authority the them
Work for the making napalm
watch the burning children
On T.V. as eat their meat pie
With refusal in minds eye
To see their own lives in that death
Their state of wealth upon that lost
In the official offices of
Leaders of men to betray man
Stocks and declare the next war
The torture behind the locked door
Propaganda tops the big
Compose an overture to death
The hideous men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, foul the air
Their eyes forsake all that dwell on
Drag the lover from the loved
Patriots is a backstep
A cruel around a young neck
They teach our children in the
To a madman on a rostrum
To praise the the works of battle
Bring out the ribbon, balloon and
To dig their own in the cold earth
So sad and pointless now to birth