Luyện nghe bài hát Human Being

Tremulous and quivering such as there are
Contend with under skin
Without wearing wings
The strike the stream
hopelessly they might swim
Here they all rushing down again
Here all come rushing down again
Time has hardly up the evidence
How is it say they did not know
That history grows up like a
pinned upon it
Bars across the window human being
Static mind
Can no longer
Up against borders and unable to pay much
to human being...
When in doubt you turn to a scapegoat on the wall
Gaze into the mirror pardon
If everytime we tell a lie a fairy dies
They must be building in the garden
Pacing and forwards
in a box
Barred in from the sunlight pale
And losing every of human being....
The of oppression
links around the earth
Ordering our to the floor
The non-involvement
By hirelings of the
Is futile and inhuman as
The sum of our efforts
Shouldn't lead us back to
On the to murder where we can no longer
to any
Human needing feeling
Human human loving
fragile human being...

THIS (Geoff Mann)
The abstracted of the people's thoughts
shops and pubs
All the facades
It is all city it is all this city
Wind trees
crumbling parks
The enquiring
Fingers lace
It is all city it is all this city
straggling queues
Of the our of
A baby sweets
down his quilt
It is all city it is all this city
All city

FACT AND (Geoff Mann)
TV is on
The reveal a spokesperson
Adverts politics the real
Cheap money talks
Naming to be the key
To utopia
To a better you go buy and buy
And if you listen
You can the bacon fly
make me laugh!!
History shows that policy weapons
Selfish simply lead to pain
The continues
A big pretence divides
Into blocks
the orthodox
Have a propaganda war to
And if looking closely
You can see that black is
make me laugh!!
If the "unthinkable" happen
And you hear the call
Well you can always find shelter
a door against the wall
Don't me laugh!!

(Geoff Mann)


First to see the creepshow
Come see the
But do not
They cannot touch
Here in the show
do not hang back
It's hard enough to people around
The creep
The show
First here on the rack a child's virgin mind
We see the whitecoats
Affix their machines
To the neck side
Checking dials they reaction
She must love her banker
She must her daddy's banker
For her in the creepshow
The
so sad

But brush over sadness
her the pills
And madness
her give her give her...


Anymore for any
has-or-might-have-been
Must fill his
They let him robots
As his morning
To sate his
he feels his age
We can't that
Sometimes he'll a war-film
On the moron machine in the corner of his
Lost in
Lost in
Cyril writhes like
His bigot's eyes are skin
expression none the nicer
For blank
Amanda mad

sad...
And so ladies and gentlemen we to the nerve centre of the whole
Affair, as you see it is a mirror. To some it is the mirror of
Dreams, where every passion, desire and action flit through the
Spaces behind its surface, tantalising yet distant. Of many
Stand it until death. To others, it is distorting, everything
In it warped and buckled by fear, yet perceived as reality.
These cringe before it, wimpering and immobile, though a few
Batter their skulls the dull sheen, attempting to smash the
Horrors they believe to be in the glass or at least oblivion,
Whichever comes first. Some see just a mirror, some see what
At first appears to be their own image which, however, moves
Saying, "Come On, Wake UP! running this show anyway?"
NOW
up to you
Use free will
You dec
ide
Yes
You you you
or not you will return
For if you again
You'd bring your ball and chain
Unguided embittered of
The creep
The show
The show