Luyện nghe bài hát Industrial Warfare

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