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

Industry on the bloodpath,
loves the gory warbath,
Economics the battle landscape,
All together for the grand rape.
Moral intentions a scapegoat,
Excuse the rotting inside the trenchcoat.
the rotting minds above the club tie
That sits in towers up in the sky,
Above the clouds, obscure the earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for death,
Arms make profit from the head,
the towers up on the ditch head.
Betrayal forms the skyline,
windows catch the sunshine,
Such ice beauty makes the heart sink,
thousand miles away the dead stink.
And here the graveyard to 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 watch the children on T.V.
As eat their meat pie
refusal in their minds
Eye to see their own lives in cold death,
state of wealth upon that lost breath.
In the official of deathplan
Leaders of men work to man.
Stocks and shares declare the war,
The torture starts the locked door,
tops the big desk.
Compose an to fine death.
The grey men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, foul the air,
Their forsake all that they dwell on,
the lover from the loved ones.
Patriots is a backstep,
A cruel around a young neck.
They teach our children in the
To a madman on a rostrum,
To praise the works of battle,
Bring out the ribbon, and rattle,
To dig own graves in the cold earth...
So sad and pointless now to birth.