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

Industry on the bloodpath,
Military the gory warbath,
shape the battle landscape,
All join together for the rape.
intentions make a scapegoat,
Excuse the rotting corpse the trenchcoat.
Praise the minds above the club tie
That sits in 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.
Betrayal forms the skyline,
windows catch the sunshine,
Such ice cold beauty makes the sink,
Five thousand 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 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 own lives in that 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 starts the locked door,
tops the big desk.
Compose an to fine death.
The hideous men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, the clean air,
Their forsake all that they dwell on,
Drag the lover the loved ones.
Patriots is a backstep,
A cruel around a young neck.
They teach our in the classroom
To respect a on a rostrum,
To praise the dirty of battle,
out the ribbon, balloon and rattle,
To dig their own in the cold earth...
So sad and now to give birth.