Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Control

Industry on the bloodpath
Military the gory warbath
Economics shape the battle
All join together for the grand
Moral intentions a scapegoat
Excuse the rotting inside the trenchcoat
Praise the rotting minds the club tie
That sits in towers up in the sky
Above the clouds, the scarred earth
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for death
Arms profit from the crushed head
Build the towers up on the dead
Betrayal forms the formal
Tinted windows the sunshine
Such ice cold beauty makes the heart
Five miles away the dead stink
And here the to insult them
The city shines with tombstones
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 corporation making
Workers the burning children
On T.V. as they eat their pie
With in their minds eye
To see their own lives in that cold
Their state of upon that lost breath
In the official offices of
of men work to betray man
Stocks and shares declare the war
The torture starts behind the locked
tops the big desk
Compose an overture to fine
The grey men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, foul the air
eyes forsake all that they dwell on
Drag the lover from the loved
progress is a backstep
A cruel noose a young neck
They teach our children in the
To respect a madman on a
To praise the the works of battle
out the ribbon, balloon and rattle
To dig their own graves in the cold
So sad and pointless now to give