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

Industry on the bloodpath,
Military loves the warbath,
Economics shape the landscape,
All join together for the rape.
Moral make a scapegoat,
the rotting corpse inside the trenchcoat.
Praise the rotting minds above the tie
That sits in up in the blue sky,
Above the clouds, the scarred earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for death,
Arms make profit the crushed head,
the towers up on the ditch head.
Betrayal forms the skyline,
Tinted catch the sunshine,
ice cold beauty makes the heart sink,
Five miles away the dead stink.
And here the graveyard to them,
The shines with laughing tombstones.
The profiteers, the butchers,
Stir up the lust for slaughter.
The living dead who up to them,
Who accept authority kills them,
Work for the corporation napalm,
Workers watch the children on T.V.
As eat their meat pie
With in their minds
Eye to see their own lives in cold death,
Their state of wealth upon lost breath.
In the official offices of
of men work 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 men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, foul the air,
Their eyes forsake all they dwell on,
Drag the lover the loved ones.
Patriots is a backstep,
A cruel noose around a 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.