Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

System, system, system - in life
System, system, - the surgeons knife
System, system, - hacking at the cord
System, system, system - a child is
Poor little fucker, poor kid
Never asked for life, no she did
little baby, poor little mite
Crying out for food as her parents (x2)
System, system, system - him to school
System, system, system - force him to
System, system, system - him how to cheat
System, system, - kick him off his feet
Poor little schoolboy, little lad
pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad
Poor little kiddy, little chap
They'll force his mind with their useless crap
Force feed his mind with useless crap
System, system, system - they'll her how to cook
System, system, system - they'll her how to look
System, system, - they'll teach her all the tricks
System, system, system - create another victim for
greasy
little girly, poor little wench
Another little object to prod and
little sweety, poor little filly
They'll her mind so they can fuck her silly
Fuck her mind so they can fuck her
System, system, - he's grown to be a man
System, system, system - been taught to fit the plan
System, system, - forty years of jobs
System, system, system - little buttons,
pulling knobs
Poor worker, poor little serf
Working like a mule for of what he's worth
fucking grafter, poor little gent
Working for the cash that he's spent (x2)
selling his life, she's his loyal wife
Timid as a mouse, she's got her house
He's got his car and they share the cocktail bar
She to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals
Sometimes he works til late so his supper has to
But she really mind cos he's getting overtime
He likes to put a bit away for that rainy day
Cos little counts when the cost of living mounts
They do the pools each week hoping for that break
Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they afford
She'd really like to have a fur, he'd 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 to stay and get his honest 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 them
Poor little fuckers, what a pair
Had their lives stolen, but they didn't care
Poor little darlings, just your folks
Victims of the and its cruel jokes (x2)
The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home home
almost paid their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb.