Luyện nghe bài hát The Cradle Will Fall

A species in its infancy--a idiosyncrasy,
'naked ape' believes itself divine.
Assured of its dreams of immortality,
The first words it speaks--"This world is mine."
But the has come for us to realise,
That the animal instincts we deeply
Are far more than humanity.
Mankind has to curse the day it climbed down from the trees,
But still we keep our heads high whilst crawling on our knees.
I hope I never live to see the world you crave,
Where ambition is the we shall carry to our graves.
We think we are so superior--for in God's image we were made,
All other life we deem inferior--there to exploit, or enslave
No amount of remonstration could ever show a mind so
that it is not be and end all.'
Into the future we race on by our greed,
Like rats in a we will never be free.
Science is the 'new-religion'--scaples slash dissecting and reason,
Behind locked where no-one sees.
Down evolution's one way street pursues his dream,
Of a race conceived in test tubes the same designer genes,
But like a child who to run before it learns to crawl--
he'll go to his 'Mother' when he sees the cradle fall.
I am human--I was made to be the machine,
With the power at my to realise my dream.
Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' Nature's and joy,
Taking all the will give me--what it won't I shall destroy.
In our hearts we to be immortal--conquer all sickness and disease,
Create a world where even death's not fatal--then we can our destinies.
A populace of people live genetically pre-programmed lives--and no-one
and no-one cries.
Blinded by the masses are duped and deceived,
By the faces that smile from their T.V.s.
They'll steal your them surgically (but leave you scars so deep
and lasting),
God is dead man has him.
Like children in our playground--we such foolish games,
But fail to see the of suicidal aims.
No matter how we bend the there's no way we can win,
Not even pleading will vindicate our sins.
I am was made to be the ultimate machine,
With the at my fingertips to realise my dream.
Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' pride and joy,
Taking all the will give me--what it won't I shall destroy.
a babe-in-arms,
Believes he's come of
And for the stars,
With one in the grave.
I am was made to be the ultimate machine,
I am have the power to realise my dream.
I am automaton--a mindless 'technoslave,'
I am human--I am to the monsters I have made.