Luyện nghe bài hát Industrial Warfare

There's dark satanic mills and there's and pleasant hills
Could be riding through with all it's
Witchcraft industrial air
You can a melancholy desert song
And smell Orwell as a funeral goes on
There's plenty with a license to
And to develop the ultimate building
The air in here is industrial and so austere
The air round here smells of and Vauxies beer
We are this world we watch the sands drain our hands
naive but happy or so it seems
We've all seen the big red bus gazing expressionless
The breakfast to kill the beast helps sow the
Seed for all manner of dangerous
Here it again as melancholy as the last one
And when you feel as dogmatic as the
time to read into what it is that you do
The air in here is dead and so austere
The air here smells of religion and Sunday dinner
We are world we watch the sands drain from our hands
This is our we are the waters that we learned to work
You can hear a desert song
And smell George as the funeral goes on
plenty with a license to prostitute
And room to develop the ultimate
The air in here is industrial and so austere
The air round smells of religion and Vauxies beer
We are this world the sand from our very hands
We're naive but or so it seems
The air in here is dead industrial and so
The atmosphere of religion and Vauxies beer
This is our world we are the
learned to work you smell the others