Luyện nghe bài hát The Cradle Will Fall

A in its infancy--a living idiosyncrasy,
'naked ape' 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 animal instincts we despise--
Are far more civilised humanity.
Mankind has to curse the day it climbed 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 we shall carry to our graves.
We think that we are so superior--for in 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 driven on by our greed,
Like rats in a maze we never be free.
Science is the 'new-religion'--scaples slash dissecting and reason,
Behind locked doors 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 it learns to crawl--
he'll go crying to his 'Mother' when he 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 world will give it won't I shall destroy.
In our we yearn to be immortal--conquer all sickness and disease,
Create a world where death's not fatal--then we can shape our destinies.
A populace of plastic people live pre-programmed lives--and no-one
and no-one cries.
Blinded by science the masses are and deceived,
By the that smile from their colour T.V.s.
They'll steal your dreams--remove them surgically (but leave you scars so
and lasting),
God is dead man has him.
Like children in our playground--we such foolish games,
But fail to see the consequence of aims.
No how we bend the rules there's no way we can win,
Not even pleading Ignorance will our sins.
I am human--I was to be the ultimate machine,
the power at my fingertips to realise my dream.
Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' pride and joy,
all the world will give me--what it won't I shall destroy.
a babe-in-arms,
Believes he's of age--
And for the stars,
With one in the grave.
I am human--I was made to be the machine,
I am have the power to realise my dream.
I am human--an mindless 'technoslave,'
I am human--I am servant to the monsters I made.