Luyện nghe bài hát The Cradle Will Fall

A in its infancy--a living idiosyncrasy,
This 'naked ape' believes divine.
of its supremacy--it dreams of immortality,
The first that 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 lived to curse the day it down from the trees,
But still we keep our held high whilst crawling on our knees.
I hope I never to see the 'perfect' world you crave,
Where ambition is the burden we shall to our graves.
We think that we are so in God's image we were made,
All other life we deem to exploit, kill 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 maze we never be free.
Science is the 'new-religion'--scaples dissecting truth and reason,
locked doors where no-one sees.
Down evolution's one way mankind pursues his dream,
Of a conceived in test tubes with the same designer genes,
But like a child who tries to run before it to crawl--
go crying to his 'Mother' when he sees the cradle fall.
I am human--I was made to be the machine,
With the at my fingertips to realise my dream.
'master-race,' Nature's pride and joy,
Taking all the world give me--what it won't I shall destroy.
In our hearts we yearn to be all sickness and disease,
Create a where even death's not fatal--then we can shape our destinies.
A populace of plastic people live genetically lives--and no-one
laughs and cries.
Blinded by science the masses are and deceived,
By the faces that smile their colour T.V.s.
They'll steal your dreams--remove them surgically (but leave you scars so
and lasting),
God is man has surpassed him.
Like children in our playground--we such foolish games,
But to see the consequence of suicidal aims.
No matter how we bend the rules no way we can win,
Not even pleading Ignorance will our sins.
I am human--I was made to be the machine,
With the power at my fingertips to my dream.
Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' pride and joy,
Taking all the world will give me--what it I shall destroy.
a babe-in-arms,
Believes he's come of
And for the stars,
one foot in the grave.
I am human--I was made to be the machine,
I am human--I have the to realise my dream.
I am automaton--a mindless 'technoslave,'
I am am servant to the monsters I have made.