Luyện nghe bài hát War Supply

War. The ultimate. The of friend or foe.
declared by the high and fought out by the low.
Elevated to the of honourable feud.
Fought to capitulation or death. him or you.

fodder dressed up proud to fight or even die.

Carrying cross of Christ, the of David, Swastika or
word of God, the hammer and the sickle or
splattered with your blood. and drilled
you all hell in confidence, at peace. Blown apart,
one could not tell brains from your feet.

As your spirit slips and Earth drinks from your blood.
The irony is that the last thing you'll is - "Oh my God!".

your...
War Supply. War Supply. War Supply.
Not until that mine has torn you in two think just fucking "why".

At the of the crater in a burning deaths terrain.
You grab your as if to keep yourself from goin' insane.
cut a million burning tracks above your head.
Staring at support weapon, wishing that you'd dare.

Just one press on the trigger and it's all gone.

Ask yourself if your one life is spending this way.
Tell me where's all glory you seek among countless
men slain. Indoctrinated as you are by church, school,
and your you'll think more of how your death
will and benefit your land.

In uniform you look all swell as you off to war.
From now on your rubber body-bag will be your style forever more.

War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply.
War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. Not that
mine has torn you in two think just fucking "why".