Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Control

Industry on the mercenary
Military loves the gory
Economics the battle landscape
All join for the grand rape
Moral make a scapegoat
Excuse the corpse inside the trenchcoat
Praise the rotting minds the club tie
That in towers up in the blue sky
Above the clouds, obscure the scarred
Discuss manoeuvres, for more death
Arms profit from the crushed head
Build the towers up on the dead
forms the formal skyline
Tinted windows catch the
Such ice cold beauty makes the heart
Five thousand away the dead stink
And here the to insult them
The city shines with laughing
The profiteers, the butchers
Stir up the lust for slaughter
The living who look up to them
Who accept the kills them
for the corporation making napalm
Workers watch the burning
On T.V. as eat their meat pie
With refusal in their eye
To see their own lives in cold death
Their of wealth upon that lost breath
In the official of deathplan
of men work to betray man
Stocks and shares the next war
The torture starts behind the door
Propaganda the big desk
an overture to fine death
The hideous men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, foul the air
Their eyes forsake all that they on
the lover from the loved ones
Patriots progress is a
A noose around a young neck
teach our children in the classroom
To respect a madman on a
To praise the the dirty works of
out the ribbon, balloon and rattle
To dig their own graves in the cold
So sad and pointless now to birth