Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Control

Industry on the bloodpath
Military the gory warbath
Economics shape the landscape
All together for the grand rape
Moral intentions make a
the rotting corpse inside the trenchcoat
Praise the rotting minds the club tie
That sits in up in the blue sky
Above the clouds, obscure the earth
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more
Arms make profit from the crushed
Build the towers up on the ditch
Betrayal forms the skyline
Tinted windows the sunshine
Such ice cold beauty the heart sink
Five thousand away the dead stink
And here the graveyard to insult
The city shines with laughing
The profiteers, the warcry
up the lust for legal slaughter
The living who look up to them
Who accept authority the them
Work for the corporation napalm
watch the burning children
On T.V. as eat their meat pie
With refusal in minds eye
To see their own lives in cold death
Their state of wealth that lost breath
In the offices of deathplan
Leaders of men to betray man
Stocks and shares the next war
The torture behind the locked door
tops the big desk
Compose an overture to death
The hideous grey men of our
Dim the colour, foul the air
Their eyes forsake all that they on
Drag the from the loved ones
Patriots progress is a
A cruel noose around a neck
They teach our children in the
To a madman on a rostrum
To praise the the dirty works of
out the ribbon, balloon and rattle
To dig their own graves in the earth
So sad and now to give birth