Luyện nghe bài hát The Force Majuere

On shift from 9 to 5, from 6 to 3
the soul machine forever tuning
Class under noses the boss
Is on the living corpses

Their broken backs for us to rise
But for now we'll all, just smile and
movement now lost replaced by fear
We ask nothing then settle for nothing more

Behold the capitalists bathing in the blood of the class
Martyrs until spoken to
Vultures get fat from the coup
another empty promise, of the leftist elite

Frustration another soul is crushed, under the rulers
And as the boot is forced into their teeth, our safety is defeat
Your station has assigned your rebellion will be confined
Tired doctrines killing, just as many as he leaders decry

Their backs all patted
For a job well done the shackles
hands and drying hearts
Rise up and destroy the disease stole your soul