Luyện nghe bài hát The Cradle Will Fall

A species in its living idiosyncrasy,
This 'naked believes itself divine.
Assured of its dreams of immortality,
The first words that it speaks--"This is mine."
But the time has for us to realise,
That the instincts we deeply despise--
Are far more than humanity.
Mankind has lived to the day it climbed down from the trees,
But still we our heads held high whilst crawling on our knees.
I hope I live to see the 'perfect' world you crave,
Where ambition is the burden we carry to our graves.
We think that we are so superior--for in image we were made,
All other life we deem to exploit, kill or enslave
No amount of remonstration could ever show a so small
it is not 'the be and end all.'
Into the future we race on by our greed,
Like in a maze we will never be free.
Science is the 'new-religion'--scaples slash dissecting and reason,
Behind doors where no-one sees.
Down evolution's one way street 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--
he'll go crying to his 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.
'master-race,' Nature's pride 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 not fatal--then we can shape our destinies.
A populace of plastic people live genetically lives--and no-one
and no-one cries.
Blinded by the masses are duped and deceived,
By the faces that smile from 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 fail to see the consequence of aims.
No matter how we bend the rules no way we can win,
Not even pleading will vindicate our sins.
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.
a babe-in-arms,
Believes come of age--
And for the stars,
one foot in the grave.
I am human--I was 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.