Luyện nghe bài hát The Cradle Will Fall

A in its infancy--a living idiosyncrasy,
'naked ape' believes itself divine.
Assured of its supremacy--it of immortality,
The first that it speaks--"This world is mine."
But the has come for us to realise,
the animal instincts we deeply despise--
Are far more civilised 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,
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 other life we inferior--there to exploit, kill or enslave
No amount of remonstration could ever show a mind so
that it is not be and end all.'
the future 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 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 a child who tries to run before it learns to crawl--
he'll go crying to his 'Mother' when he sees the fall.
I am human--I was 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 will give me--what it I shall destroy.
In our hearts we yearn to be immortal--conquer all and disease,
Create a world where even death's not fatal--then we can our destinies.
A populace of plastic people genetically pre-programmed lives--and no-one
laughs and cries.
Blinded by the masses are duped and deceived,
By the faces smile from their colour T.V.s.
They'll steal your dreams--remove them surgically (but leave you so deep
and lasting),
God is dead man has him.
Like in our playground--we contrive such foolish games,
But to see the consequence of suicidal aims.
No matter how we the rules there's no way we can win,
Not even pleading Ignorance will our sins.
I am was made to be the ultimate machine,
With the power at my fingertips to my dream.
Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' pride and joy,
Taking all the world 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 was made 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.