Luyện nghe bài hát The Cradle Will Fall

A species in its living idiosyncrasy,
This 'naked believes itself divine.
of its supremacy--it dreams of immortality,
The first that it speaks--"This world is mine."
But the time has for us to realise,
That the instincts we deeply despise--
Are far civilised 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 'perfect' you crave,
Where ambition is the burden we shall to our graves.
We think we are so superior--for in God's image we were made,
All other life we deem inferior--there to exploit, kill or
No of remonstration could ever show a mind so small
that it is not be and end all.'
Into the we race driven on by our greed,
Like rats in a maze we never be free.
Science is the slash dissecting truth and reason,
locked doors where no-one sees.
Down evolution's one way street pursues his dream,
Of a race conceived in 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 sees the fall.
I am human--I was to be the ultimate machine,
With the power at my fingertips to 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 world where even death's not we can shape our destinies.
A populace of plastic live genetically pre-programmed lives--and no-one
laughs and cries.
Blinded by science the are duped and deceived,
By the that smile from their colour T.V.s.
They'll your dreams--remove them surgically (but leave you scars so deep
and lasting),
God is man has surpassed him.
children in our playground--we contrive such foolish games,
But to see the consequence of suicidal aims.
No matter how we bend the there's no way we can win,
Not pleading Ignorance will vindicate our sins.
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 world will give it won't I shall destroy.
a babe-in-arms,
Believes he's come of
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 automaton--a 'technoslave,'
I am human--I am servant to the I have made.