Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

System, system, system - in life
System, system, - the surgeons knife
System, system, system - at the cord
System, system, - a child is born
Poor fucker, poor little kid
asked for life, no she never did
Poor baby, poor little mite
out for food as her parents fight (x2)
System, system, system - him to school
System, system, system - force him to
System, system, system - teach him how to
System, system, system - him off his feet
little schoolboy, poor little lad
They'll pat him if good, beat him if he's bad
Poor kiddy, poor little chap
They'll force feed his mind with their crap
Force feed his mind with their crap
System, system, system - teach her how to cook
System, system, system - they'll teach her how to
System, system, - they'll teach her all the tricks
System, system, - create another victim for their
greasy
Poor little girly, poor little
Another little object to prod and
Poor little sweety, little filly
They'll fuck her so they can fuck her silly
Fuck her mind so can fuck her silly
System, system, system - grown to be a man
System, system, system - He's been to fit the plan
System, system, system - years of jobs
System, system, system - little buttons,
pulling little
fucking worker, poor little serf
Working like a mule for half of he's worth
Poor grafter, poor little gent
Working for the cash that already spent (x2)
He'll selling his life, 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 late so his supper has to
But she doesn't mind cos he's getting overtime
He to put a bit away just for that rainy day
Cos every little counts when the of living mounts
They do the each week hoping for that lucky break
Then take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford
really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car
They could buy a bungalow, a Georgian door for show
He might think of work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk
He'd much prefer to and get his honest days pay
He's got a life of work ahead, no rest for the dead
She's tried to make it nice, said thankyou once or twice
System, system, system - deprived of any
System, system, system - they couldn't cope
System, system, system - slaves from the start
System, system, system - til death do part
little fuckers, what a sorry pair
Had their stolen, but they didn't really care
little darlings, just your ordinary folks
Victims of the system and its jokes (x2)
The couple views the and dreams of home sweet home
They'd almost paid their mortgage when the dropped its bomb.