Luyện nghe bài hát War Supply

War. The ultimate. The pinnacle of 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.

Cannon fodder dressed up proud to fight or die.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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