Luyện nghe bài hát Industrial Warfare

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