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 words it speaks--"This world is mine."
But the has come for us to realise,
That the animal instincts we despise--
Are far more than humanity.
Mankind has lived to curse the day it down from the trees,
But still we keep our heads 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 God's image we made,
All other life we deem to exploit, kill or enslave
No amount of remonstration could show a mind so small
that it is not be and end all.'
Into the future we driven on by our greed,
Like in a maze we will never be free.
Science is the 'new-religion'--scaples slash dissecting and reason,
locked doors where no-one sees.
Down evolution's one way street pursues his dream,
Of a race conceived in test with the same designer genes,
But a child who tries to run before it learns 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 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.
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 genetically pre-programmed lives--and no-one
laughs and cries.
by science 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 in our playground--we contrive such foolish games,
But to see the consequence of suicidal aims.
No how we bend the rules there's no way we can win,
Not even pleading will vindicate our sins.
I am was made to be the ultimate machine,
With the power at my to realise my dream.
'master-race,' Nature's pride and joy,
Taking all the world will give me--what it won't I destroy.
a babe-in-arms,
Believes he's of age--
And for the stars,
one foot in the grave.
I am was made to be the ultimate machine,
I am have the power to realise my dream.
I am human--an automaton--a 'technoslave,'
I am human--I am to the monsters I have made.