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

Industry on the bloodpath,
Military loves the warbath,
Economics the battle landscape,
All together for the grand rape.
intentions make a scapegoat,
Excuse the rotting corpse the trenchcoat.
Praise the minds above the club tie
That in towers up in the blue sky,
the clouds, obscure the scarred earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, for more death,
make profit from the crushed head,
Build the towers up on the head.
Betrayal forms the skyline,
Tinted catch the sunshine,
Such ice beauty makes the heart sink,
Five thousand 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 authority that kills them,
Work for the making napalm,
Workers the burning children on T.V.
As they eat meat pie
refusal in their minds
Eye to see their own lives in that death,
Their state of wealth that lost breath.
In the offices of deathplan
of men work to betray man.
Stocks and shares the next war,
The starts behind the locked door,
tops the big desk.
Compose an overture to death.
The hideous men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, the clean air,
Their forsake all that they dwell on,
Drag the from the loved ones.
Patriots is a backstep,
A cruel noose a young neck.
They our children in the classroom
To respect a on a rostrum,
To praise the dirty of battle,
Bring out the ribbon, and rattle,
To dig their own in the cold earth...
So sad and pointless now to birth.