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

Industry on the bloodpath,
Military loves the warbath,
shape the battle landscape,
All join for the grand rape.
intentions make a scapegoat,
Excuse the corpse inside the trenchcoat.
Praise the rotting above the club tie
That in towers up in the blue sky,
Above the clouds, obscure the earth,
manoeuvres, moves for more death,
Arms make profit from the head,
Build the up on the ditch head.
forms the formal skyline,
Tinted windows the sunshine,
Such ice cold makes the heart sink,
Five thousand away the dead stink.
And the graveyard to insult them,
The city with laughing tombstones.
The profiteers, the butchers,
up the lust for legal slaughter.
The dead who look up to them,
Who accept authority kills them,
Work for the corporation napalm,
watch the burning children on T.V.
As they eat their pie
With refusal in their
Eye to see own lives in that cold death,
Their state of wealth upon lost breath.
In the official offices of
of men work to betray man.
Stocks and shares declare the war,
The torture behind the locked door,
tops the big desk.
Compose an overture to death.
The grey men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, foul the air,
Their eyes forsake all that dwell on,
the lover from the loved ones.
Patriots is a backstep,
A cruel around a young neck.
They our children in the classroom
To respect a 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.