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

Industry on the bloodpath,
loves the gory warbath,
Economics shape the landscape,
All join for the grand rape.
intentions make a scapegoat,
Excuse the rotting corpse the trenchcoat.
Praise the rotting minds above the tie
That sits in up in the blue sky,
the clouds, obscure the scarred earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, for more death,
Arms make profit the crushed head,
Build the up on the ditch head.
forms the formal skyline,
Tinted catch the sunshine,
ice cold beauty makes the heart sink,
Five miles away the dead stink.
And here the to insult them,
The city shines laughing tombstones.
The profiteers, the butchers,
Stir up the lust for slaughter.
The living who look up to them,
Who accept that kills them,
for the corporation making napalm,
Workers the burning children on T.V.
As eat their meat pie
With refusal in their
Eye to see their own lives in that death,
Their state of upon that lost breath.
In the official of deathplan
Leaders of men work to man.
Stocks and declare the next war,
The torture starts behind the door,
Propaganda the big desk.
an overture to fine death.
The grey men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, the clean air,
Their eyes all that they dwell on,
Drag the lover from the ones.
progress is a backstep,
A cruel noose a young neck.
They our children in the classroom
To respect a on a rostrum,
To the dirty works of battle,
Bring out the ribbon, and rattle,
To dig their own graves in the earth...
So sad and now to give birth.