Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

System, system, system - in life
System, system, system - the knife
System, system, - hacking at the cord
System, system, - a child is born
Poor fucker, poor little kid
Never asked for life, no she did
Poor little baby, poor mite
Crying out for as her parents fight (x2)
System, system, system - send him to
System, system, system - him to crawl
System, system, system - teach him how to
System, system, system - him off his feet
Poor little schoolboy, poor lad
pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad
Poor little kiddy, poor chap
They'll force feed his mind with their crap
Force feed his with their useless crap
System, system, - they'll teach her how to cook
System, system, - they'll teach her how to look
System, system, - they'll teach her all the tricks
System, system, system - another victim for their
pricks
Poor little girly, little wench
Another little object to and pinch
little sweety, poor little filly
They'll fuck her mind so can fuck her silly
her mind so they can fuck her silly
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, - Pushing little buttons,
pulling little
fucking worker, poor little serf
Working like a for half of what he's worth
Poor grafter, poor little gent
Working for the cash that he's spent (x2)
He'll selling his life, she's his loyal
Timid as a mouse, she's got her house
He's got his little car and they the cocktail bar
She to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals
Sometimes he til late so his supper has to wait
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 cost of mounts
They do the each week hoping for that lucky break
Then they'd take a abroad, do all the things they 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 prefer to stay and get his honest days pay
He's got a of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead
She's tried to make it nice, he's said thankyou once or
System, system, - deprived of any hope
System, system, system - they couldn't cope
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, just ordinary folks
Victims of the system and its jokes (x2)
The couple views the wreckage and dreams of sweet home
They'd almost paid their mortgage when the system its bomb.