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

Industry on the bloodpath,
Military the gory warbath,
Economics shape the landscape,
All together for the grand rape.
intentions make a scapegoat,
Excuse the corpse inside the trenchcoat.
Praise the rotting minds the club tie
sits in towers up in the blue sky,
Above the clouds, the scarred earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for death,
Arms profit from the crushed head,
Build the towers up on the head.
forms the formal skyline,
Tinted catch the sunshine,
ice cold beauty makes the heart sink,
Five thousand miles the dead stink.
And here the graveyard to them,
The city shines with tombstones.
The profiteers, the butchers,
Stir up the for legal slaughter.
The living who look up to them,
Who accept authority kills them,
Work for the making napalm,
Workers watch the burning on T.V.
As they eat their pie
refusal in their minds
Eye to see their own lives in that death,
Their state of wealth upon lost breath.
In the official offices of
Leaders of men to betray man.
Stocks and declare the next war,
The torture starts the locked door,
Propaganda the big desk.
an overture to fine death.
The hideous grey men of our
Dim the colour, foul the air,
Their eyes forsake all that they on,
Drag the lover the loved ones.
Patriots is a backstep,
A cruel noose around a neck.
They teach our in the classroom
To a madman on a rostrum,
To praise the dirty of battle,
out the ribbon, balloon and rattle,
To dig own graves in the cold earth...
So sad and now to give birth.