Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Control 'n' Rock 'n' Roll

Industry on the bloodpath,
loves the gory warbath,
Economics shape the landscape,
All join together for the rape.
Moral make a scapegoat,
Excuse the rotting corpse 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, for more death,
Arms make profit the crushed head,
Build the towers up on the head.
Betrayal forms the skyline,
Tinted catch the sunshine,
Such ice beauty makes the heart sink,
Five thousand miles away the stink.
And here the graveyard to them,
The city with laughing tombstones.
The profiteers, the butchers,
Stir up the lust for slaughter.
The dead who look up to them,
Who accept that kills them,
Work for the making napalm,
Workers watch the burning on T.V.
As eat their meat pie
With in their minds
Eye to see their own lives in that death,
Their of wealth upon that lost breath.
In the official offices of
Leaders of men work to man.
Stocks and declare the next war,
The torture starts behind the door,
Propaganda the big desk.
Compose an overture to death.
The hideous men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, the clean air,
Their eyes forsake all that they on,
Drag the lover the loved ones.
Patriots is a backstep,
A cruel noose a young neck.
They teach our in the classroom
To respect a on a rostrum,
To the dirty works of battle,
out the ribbon, balloon and rattle,
To dig own graves in the cold earth...
So sad and now to give birth.