Luyện nghe bài hát The Cradle Will Fall

A species in its living idiosyncrasy,
This 'naked ape' believes divine.
Assured of its dreams of immortality,
The first words that it speaks--"This is mine."
But the has come for us to realise,
the animal instincts we deeply despise--
Are far more than humanity.
has lived 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 burden we carry to our graves.
We think we are so superior--for in God's image we were made,
All life we deem inferior--there to exploit, kill or enslave
No amount of remonstration could ever a mind so small
it is not 'the 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 slash dissecting truth and reason,
Behind locked doors where sees.
Down evolution's one way mankind pursues his dream,
Of a race conceived in test tubes the same designer genes,
But like a child who tries to run it learns to crawl--
he'll go to his 'Mother' when he sees the cradle fall.
I am was made 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 give it won't I shall destroy.
In our hearts we yearn to be immortal--conquer all and disease,
Create a world where death's not fatal--then we can shape our destinies.
A populace of plastic people genetically pre-programmed lives--and no-one
and no-one cries.
Blinded by the masses are duped and deceived,
By the faces that from their colour T.V.s.
steal your dreams--remove them surgically (but leave you scars so deep
and lasting),
God is dead man has him.
children in our playground--we contrive such foolish games,
But fail to see the consequence of aims.
No matter how we bend the rules 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 fingertips to my dream.
Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' Nature's and joy,
Taking all the world will give it won't I shall destroy.
a babe-in-arms,
Believes he's come of
And for the stars,
one foot in the grave.
I am was made to be the ultimate machine,
I am human--I have the to realise my dream.
I am automaton--a mindless 'technoslave,'
I am human--I am servant to the monsters I made.