Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

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