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

Industry on the bloodpath,
Military loves the warbath,
shape the battle landscape,
All together for the grand rape.
intentions make a scapegoat,
Excuse the rotting corpse the trenchcoat.
Praise the rotting above the club tie
sits in towers up in the blue sky,
Above the clouds, obscure the earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, for more death,
make profit from the crushed head,
Build the 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 to insult them,
The city shines laughing tombstones.
The profiteers, the butchers,
Stir up the lust for slaughter.
The living dead who up to them,
Who accept authority that them,
for the corporation making napalm,
Workers watch the children on T.V.
As eat their meat pie
With refusal in their
Eye to see their own in that cold death,
Their state of wealth that lost breath.
In the official of deathplan
Leaders of men to betray man.
Stocks and shares declare the war,
The torture starts behind the door,
tops the big desk.
Compose an to fine death.
The hideous grey men of our
Dim the colour, foul the air,
Their eyes forsake all they dwell on,
the lover from the loved ones.
Patriots is a backstep,
A cruel noose around a neck.
They our children in the classroom
To a madman on a rostrum,
To praise the works of battle,
out the ribbon, balloon and rattle,
To dig their own graves in the earth...
So sad and now to give birth.