Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

System, system, system - death in
System, system, system - the knife
System, system, system - at the cord
System, system, system - a is born
Poor fucker, poor little kid
Never for life, no she never 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, - teach him how to cheat
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 little kiddy, poor little
They'll force his mind with their useless crap
Force feed his mind with their crap
System, system, - they'll teach her how to cook
System, system, system - they'll her how to look
System, system, system - they'll her all the tricks
System, system, system - create another for their
greasy
Poor girly, poor little wench
Another little to prod and pinch
little sweety, poor little filly
They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her
Fuck her so they can fuck her silly
System, system, system - he's to be a man
System, system, system - He's been taught to fit the
System, system, system - years of jobs
System, system, - Pushing little buttons,
pulling knobs
Poor fucking worker, poor serf
Working like a for half of what he's worth
Poor fucking grafter, little gent
Working for the cash he's already spent (x2)
He'll selling his life, she's his wife
Timid as a mouse, she's got her little
got his little car and they share the cocktail bar
She likes to cook his meals, you know, something that
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 just for that rainy day
Cos every counts when the cost of living mounts
They do the pools each hoping for that lucky break
Then take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford
She'd really to have 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 wouldn't like to
He'd much prefer to and get his honest days pay
He's got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the
She's tried to make it nice, he's thankyou once or twice
System, system, - deprived of any hope
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 really
Poor little darlings, just your ordinary
Victims of the system and its jokes (x2)
The couple views the wreckage and dreams of sweet home
They'd almost paid their when the system dropped its bomb.