Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

System, system, - death in life
System, system, - the surgeons knife
System, system, system - hacking at the
System, system, system - a child is

Poor little fucker, little kid
Never for life, no she never did
Poor little baby, little mite
Crying out for as her parents fight (x2)
par
System, system, - send him to school
System, system, system - him to crawl
System, system, system - him how to cheat
System, system, - kick him off his feet

Poor schoolboy, poor little lad
They'll pat him if he's good, him if he's bad
little kiddy, poor little chap
They'll force feed his mind their useless crap
Force feed his mind their useless crap

System, system, - they'll teach her how to cook
System, system, system - they'll her how to look
System, system, system - teach her all the tricks
System, system, - create another victim for their
pricks

Poor little girly, little wench
Another object to prod and pinch
Poor sweety, poor little filly
They'll her mind so they can fuck her silly
Fuck her mind so they can fuck her

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, system - Pushing buttons,
pulling little

Poor fucking worker, little serf
Working a mule for half of what he's worth
Poor fucking grafter, poor gent
Working for the cash that he's already (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 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 doesn't really mind cos he's getting
He likes to put a bit away just for rainy day
Cos every little counts when the cost of mounts
They do the pools each week for that lucky break
Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't
She'd like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car
They could buy a bungalow, with a Georgian for show
He might of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk
He'd much prefer to stay and get his days pay
He's got a life of work ahead, there's no for the dead
She's to make it nice, he's said thankyou once or twice

System, system, system - deprived of any
System, system, system - taught they couldn't
System, system, system - slaves right the start
System, system, - til death do them part

little fuckers, what a sorry pair
Had their lives stolen, but they didn't care
Poor darlings, just your ordinary folks
Victims of the system and its cruel (x2)

The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet
They'd almost paid their mortgage when the system its bomb