Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

System, system, system - in life
System, system, system - the surgeons
System, system, system - at the cord
System, system, system - a is born
Poor little fucker, poor kid
asked for life, no she never did
Poor baby, poor little mite
Crying out for food as her parents (x2)
System, system, system - him to school
System, system, system - him to crawl
System, system, system - him how to cheat
System, system, system - him off his feet
Poor little schoolboy, little lad
They'll pat him if he's good, him if he's bad
Poor little kiddy, poor little
They'll force feed his mind with useless crap
Force feed his mind with their useless
System, system, - they'll teach her how to cook
System, system, system - they'll teach her how to
System, system, system - they'll teach her all the
System, system, system - create another victim for
pricks
Poor little girly, poor wench
little object to prod and pinch
Poor sweety, poor little filly
fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly
Fuck her mind so they can fuck her
System, system, system - he's to be a man
System, system, system - He's been to fit the plan
System, system, system - years of jobs
System, system, - Pushing little buttons,
little knobs
Poor fucking worker, poor little
Working like a mule for half of what he's
Poor fucking grafter, poor little
Working for the cash that he's spent (x2)
He'll his life, she's his loyal wife
Timid as a mouse, she's got her little
got his little car and they share the cocktail bar
She to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals
Sometimes he works til late so his has to wait
But she doesn't really mind cos getting overtime
He likes to put a bit just for that rainy day
Cos every little counts when the cost of living
They do the pools each week hoping for that break
Then they'd a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford
She'd like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car
could buy a bungalow, with a Georgian door for show
He might think of work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk
He'd much prefer to stay and get his days pay
He's got a life of ahead, there's no rest for the dead
She's tried to make it nice, said thankyou once or twice
System, system, - deprived of any hope
System, system, system - taught couldn't cope
System, system, system - slaves right from the
System, system, system - til death do part
little fuckers, what a sorry pair
Had lives stolen, but they didn't really care
Poor little darlings, your ordinary folks
Victims of the and its cruel jokes (x2)
The couple the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home
They'd almost their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb.