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.

Cannon fodder up proud to fight or even die.

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

As your spirit away and Earth drinks from your blood.
The irony is the last thing you'll think 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 head as if to keep from goin' insane.
cut a million burning 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 your one is worth spending this way.
me where's all glory you seek among countless young
men slain. as you are by church, school, government
and command you'll think more of how your death
will contribute and your land.

In uniform you all swell 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 until
mine has torn you in two you'll think fucking "why".