Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poor worker, poor little serf
Working like a mule for of what he's worth
Poor fucking grafter, little gent
Working for the that he's already spent (x2)

He'll selling his life, she's his wife
Timid as a mouse, she's got her house
He's got his car and they share the cocktail bar
She likes to cook his meals, you know, that appeals
Sometimes he works til late so his supper has to
But she doesn't really mind cos he's overtime
He likes to put a bit just for that rainy day
Cos every little counts when the of living mounts
They do the pools each week hoping for that lucky
Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't
really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car
They could buy a bungalow, with a 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 ahead, there's no rest for the dead
She's tried to make it nice, he's said once or twice

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

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

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