Luyện nghe bài hát The Cradle Will Fall

A species in its infancy--a idiosyncrasy,
This 'naked ape' believes divine.
of its supremacy--it dreams of immortality,
The first that it speaks--"This world is mine."
But the time has for us to realise,
That the animal instincts we despise--
Are far civilised than humanity.
Mankind has lived to curse the day it down from the trees,
But still we keep our heads held high whilst on our knees.
I hope I never to see the 'perfect' world you crave,
ambition is the burden we shall carry to our graves.
We think that we are so superior--for in God's we were made,
All other life we deem to exploit, kill or enslave
No of remonstration could ever show a mind so small
that it is not be and end all.'
Into the we race driven on by our greed,
Like in a maze we will never be free.
Science is the 'new-religion'--scaples dissecting truth and reason,
Behind locked doors where sees.
evolution's one way street mankind pursues his dream,
Of a race conceived in test tubes the same designer genes,
But like a child who tries to run before it to crawl--
he'll go crying to his 'Mother' he sees the cradle fall.
I am was made to be the ultimate machine,
the power at my fingertips to realise my dream.
Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' Nature's and joy,
Taking all the world 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 plastic people live genetically pre-programmed no-one
laughs and cries.
by science the masses are duped and deceived,
By the faces that smile their colour T.V.s.
They'll steal your dreams--remove them (but leave you scars so deep
and lasting),
God is dead man has him.
Like children in our playground--we contrive foolish games,
But to see the consequence of suicidal aims.
No how we bend the rules there's no way we can win,
Not pleading Ignorance will vindicate our sins.
I am human--I was to be the ultimate machine,
With the power at my to realise my dream.
Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' pride and joy,
Taking all the world will me--what it won't I shall destroy.
a babe-in-arms,
Believes come of age--
And for the stars,
one foot in the grave.
I am human--I was made to be the machine,
I am human--I the power to realise my dream.
I am automaton--a mindless 'technoslave,'
I am human--I am servant to the I have made.