Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Control

Industry on the bloodpath
loves the gory warbath
Economics shape the landscape
All join together for the grand
Moral intentions a scapegoat
Excuse the rotting inside the trenchcoat
the rotting minds above the club tie
That in towers up in the blue sky
the clouds, obscure the scarred earth
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more
Arms make profit the crushed head
the towers up on the ditch dead
Betrayal the formal skyline
Tinted windows the sunshine
Such ice cold beauty makes the heart
thousand miles away the dead stink
And here the graveyard to insult
The city shines with tombstones
The profiteers, the butchers
Stir up the lust for slaughter
The living dead who look up to
Who accept authority the them
Work for the making napalm
Workers watch the burning
On T.V. as they eat 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 of deathplan
of men work to betray man
Stocks and shares the next war
The starts behind the locked door
Propaganda the big desk
Compose an overture to fine
The hideous grey men of our
Dim the colour, the clean air
Their eyes forsake all that dwell on
Drag the lover from the ones
Patriots is a backstep
A cruel noose around a young
teach our children in the classroom
To respect a madman on a
To the the dirty works of battle
out the ribbon, balloon and rattle
To dig their own in the cold earth
So sad and pointless now to birth