Luyện nghe bài hát The Cradle Will Fall

A in its infancy--a living idiosyncrasy,
This 'naked ape' itself divine.
of its supremacy--it dreams of immortality,
The words that it speaks--"This world is mine."
But the has come for us to realise,
the animal instincts we deeply despise--
Are far civilised than humanity.
has lived to curse the day it climbed down from the trees,
But we keep our heads held high whilst crawling 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 that we are so superior--for in God's we were made,
All other life we deem to exploit, kill or enslave
No amount of could ever show a mind so small
that it is not be and end all.'
the future we race driven on by our greed,
Like rats in a maze we will be free.
Science is the 'new-religion'--scaples slash truth and reason,
Behind locked where no-one sees.
Down evolution's one way mankind pursues his dream,
Of a race conceived in tubes with the same designer genes,
But like a child who tries to run before it to crawl--
he'll go crying to his 'Mother' when he sees the fall.
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 will me--what it won't I shall destroy.
In our we yearn to be immortal--conquer all sickness and disease,
Create a world where even death's not fatal--then we can our destinies.
A populace of plastic people live genetically lives--and no-one
and no-one cries.
Blinded by science the masses are 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.
children in our playground--we contrive such foolish games,
But fail to see the 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 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 he's of age--
And for the stars,
one foot in the grave.
I am was made to be the ultimate machine,
I am human--I have the to realise my dream.
I am human--an automaton--a 'technoslave,'
I am human--I am servant to the I have made.