Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

System, system, system - death in
System, system, - the surgeons knife
System, system, system - 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 - send him to
System, system, system - force him to
System, system, - teach him how to cheat
System, system, - kick him off his feet
Poor schoolboy, poor little lad
pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad
Poor little kiddy, poor little
They'll force feed his mind with their crap
Force feed his mind with their useless
System, system, - they'll teach her how to cook
System, system, - they'll teach her how to look
System, system, system - teach her all the tricks
System, system, - create another victim for their
pricks
Poor little girly, poor little
Another object to prod and pinch
Poor sweety, poor little filly
They'll fuck her mind so they can her silly
Fuck her mind so they can fuck her
System, system, system - 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 little
Poor worker, poor little serf
Working like a mule for half of what he's
Poor grafter, poor little gent
Working for the cash he's already spent (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, something appeals
Sometimes he works til so his supper has to wait
But she doesn't really mind cos he's getting
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 week hoping for that break
Then take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford
She'd like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car
They buy a bungalow, with a Georgian door for show
He think of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk
He'd much prefer to and get his honest days pay
got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead
She's tried to it nice, he's said thankyou once or twice
System, system, system - deprived of any
System, system, system - taught couldn't cope
System, system, system - slaves right from the
System, system, system - til death do part
Poor fuckers, what a sorry pair
Had their stolen, but they didn't really care
little darlings, just your ordinary folks
Victims of the and its cruel jokes (x2)
The views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home
They'd almost paid their when the system dropped its bomb.