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

Industry on the bloodpath,
Military the gory warbath,
Economics shape the landscape,
All together for the grand rape.
intentions make a scapegoat,
Excuse the corpse inside the trenchcoat.
Praise the rotting above the club tie
sits in towers up in the blue sky,
Above the clouds, the scarred earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for death,
Arms make from the crushed head,
Build the up on the ditch head.
forms the formal skyline,
Tinted windows the sunshine,
Such ice cold beauty the heart sink,
Five miles away the dead stink.
And the graveyard to insult them,
The city with laughing tombstones.
The profiteers, the butchers,
Stir up the lust for slaughter.
The living who look up to them,
Who authority that kills them,
Work for the making napalm,
Workers watch the burning on T.V.
As they eat meat pie
With refusal in minds
Eye to see their own lives in cold death,
Their state of wealth upon lost breath.
In the offices of deathplan
Leaders of men work to man.
Stocks and shares declare the war,
The torture starts behind the door,
Propaganda the big desk.
Compose an overture to death.
The grey men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, the clean air,
Their eyes all that they dwell on,
Drag the from the loved ones.
progress is a backstep,
A cruel noose around a neck.
They our children in the classroom
To a madman on a rostrum,
To the dirty works of battle,
out the ribbon, balloon and rattle,
To dig their own in the cold earth...
So sad and pointless now to birth.