Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

System, system, system - death in
System, system, system - the knife
System, system, system - hacking at the
System, system, system - a is born
little fucker, poor little kid
Never asked for life, no she 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 - teach him how to
System, system, system - kick him off his
Poor little schoolboy, poor lad
pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad
Poor little kiddy, little chap
They'll force feed his mind with their crap
feed his mind with their useless crap
System, system, system - they'll teach her how to
System, system, system - teach her how to look
System, system, system - teach her all the tricks
System, system, system - another victim for their
pricks
Poor little girly, poor little
Another little object to and pinch
little sweety, poor little filly
They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her
Fuck her mind so can fuck her silly
System, system, - he's grown to be a man
System, system, system - been taught to fit the plan
System, system, system - forty of jobs
System, system, - Pushing little buttons,
pulling little
Poor worker, poor little serf
Working like a for half of what he's worth
fucking grafter, poor little gent
Working for the cash that he's already (x2)
He'll selling his life, his loyal wife
Timid as a mouse, got her little house
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 mind cos he's getting overtime
He likes to put a bit away for that rainy day
Cos every little counts when the of living mounts
They do the pools each hoping for that lucky break
Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things can't afford
She'd really like to have a fur, he'd a bigger car
They 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 ahead, there's no rest for the dead
She's to make it nice, he's said thankyou once or twice
System, system, system - deprived of any
System, system, system - taught they couldn't
System, system, system - slaves right the start
System, system, system - til death do them
Poor little fuckers, what a pair
Had their lives stolen, but they didn't care
Poor little darlings, your ordinary folks
Victims of the system and its cruel (x2)
The couple views the wreckage and of home sweet home
almost paid their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb.