Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

System, system, system - in life
System, system, system - the surgeons
System, system, system - at the cord
System, system, system - a child is

Poor fucker, poor little kid
Never for life, no she never did
Poor baby, poor little mite
out for food as her parents fight (x2)
par
System, system, system - send him to
System, system, system - force him to
System, system, system - him how to cheat
System, system, - kick 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 chap
They'll force his mind with their useless crap
Force feed his with their useless crap

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

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

System, system, system - he's to be a man
System, system, system - been taught to fit the plan
System, system, - forty years of jobs
System, system, - Pushing little buttons,
pulling little

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

He'll selling his life, his loyal wife
as a mouse, she's got her little 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 so his supper has to wait
But she doesn't really mind cos getting overtime
He likes to put a bit away for that rainy day
Cos every little counts when the cost of living
They do the pools each week hoping for that lucky
Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things can't afford
She'd 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 to shirk
much prefer to stay and get his honest days pay
He's got a life of work ahead, no rest for the dead
tried to make it nice, he's said thankyou once or twice

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

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

The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home home
almost paid their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb