Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

System, system, - death 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 for life, no she never did
Poor little baby, little mite
Crying out for food as her fight (x2)
par
System, system, system - send him to
System, system, - force 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
little kiddy, poor little chap
They'll force feed his mind with useless crap
Force feed his mind with their 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
pricks

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

System, system, - he's grown to be a man
System, system, system - He's been taught to fit the
System, system, system - forty years of
System, system, system - Pushing buttons,
little knobs

Poor worker, poor little serf
Working like a mule for half of what he's
Poor fucking grafter, poor little
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 share the cocktail bar
She likes to cook his meals, you know, something 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 just for that rainy day
Cos every counts when the cost of living mounts
do the pools each week hoping for that lucky break
Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't
She'd really like to have a fur, he'd like a car
They could buy a bungalow, a Georgian door for show
He might think of leaving work, but no, he like to shirk
He'd much prefer to and get his honest days pay
He's got a life of work ahead, there's no for the dead
She's tried to make it nice, said thankyou once or twice

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

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

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