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

Industry on the bloodpath,
Military the gory warbath,
Economics shape the landscape,
All join for the grand rape.
Moral make a scapegoat,
Excuse the corpse inside the trenchcoat.
the rotting minds above the club tie
That sits in up in the blue sky,
Above the clouds, obscure the earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for death,
Arms make profit the crushed head,
Build the towers up on the head.
forms the formal skyline,
Tinted catch the sunshine,
Such ice cold makes the heart sink,
thousand miles away the dead stink.
And the graveyard to insult them,
The city shines laughing tombstones.
The profiteers, the butchers,
Stir up the for legal slaughter.
The living dead who up to them,
Who accept authority kills them,
for the corporation making napalm,
Workers watch the children on T.V.
As eat their meat pie
refusal in their minds
Eye to see their own in that cold death,
Their state of upon that lost breath.
In the offices of deathplan
Leaders of men to betray man.
Stocks and declare the next war,
The torture behind the locked door,
tops the big desk.
Compose an overture to death.
The hideous grey men of our
Dim the colour, foul the air,
Their eyes forsake all that they on,
the lover from the loved ones.
Patriots is a backstep,
A cruel around a young neck.
They teach our in the classroom
To respect a on a rostrum,
To praise the works of battle,
out the ribbon, balloon and rattle,
To dig own graves in the cold earth...
So sad and pointless now to birth.