Luyện nghe bài hát War Supply

War. The ultimate. The of friend or foe.
Always declared by the and fought out by the low.
Elevated to the state of feud.
to capitulation or death. Either 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 with blood. Camouflaged and drilled
you await all hell in confidence, at peace. apart,
one could not tell brains from your feet.

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

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

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

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

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

In uniform you all swell as you march off to war.
From now on your damn rubber body-bag will be your 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".