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

Industry on the bloodpath,
Military loves the warbath,
Economics shape the landscape,
All join for the grand rape.
Moral intentions a scapegoat,
Excuse the corpse inside the trenchcoat.
Praise the minds above the club tie
That sits in up in the blue sky,
Above the clouds, obscure the earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for death,
Arms make profit the crushed head,
the towers up on the ditch head.
Betrayal forms the skyline,
Tinted windows the sunshine,
Such ice cold beauty the heart sink,
thousand miles away the dead stink.
And the graveyard to insult them,
The city shines laughing tombstones.
The profiteers, the butchers,
Stir up the for legal slaughter.
The living who look up to them,
Who accept authority kills them,
Work for the making napalm,
Workers watch the burning on T.V.
As they eat their pie
With refusal in minds
Eye to see their own in that cold death,
Their state of wealth that lost breath.
In the offices of deathplan
Leaders of men work to man.
Stocks and declare the next war,
The torture starts the locked door,
Propaganda the big desk.
Compose an to fine death.
The hideous grey men of our
Dim the colour, the clean air,
Their eyes all that they dwell on,
Drag the lover from the ones.
progress is a backstep,
A noose around a young neck.
They teach our in the classroom
To a madman on a rostrum,
To praise the works of battle,
Bring out the ribbon, and rattle,
To dig their own graves in the earth...
So sad and pointless now to birth.