Luyện nghe bài hát Birth Control 'n' Rock 'n' Roll

Industry on the bloodpath,
Military loves the warbath,
Economics the battle landscape,
All join for the grand rape.
Moral intentions a scapegoat,
Excuse the corpse inside the trenchcoat.
Praise the minds above the club tie
sits in towers up in the blue sky,
Above the clouds, obscure the earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, for more death,
Arms make profit the crushed head,
Build the towers up on the head.
Betrayal the formal skyline,
Tinted catch the sunshine,
ice cold beauty makes the heart sink,
Five miles away the dead stink.
And here the to insult them,
The city with laughing tombstones.
The profiteers, the butchers,
up the lust for legal slaughter.
The dead who look up to them,
Who accept that kills them,
for the corporation making napalm,
Workers the burning children on T.V.
As they eat their pie
With refusal in their
Eye to see their own lives in cold death,
Their state of upon that lost breath.
In the official of deathplan
of men work to betray man.
Stocks and shares the next war,
The torture behind the locked door,
Propaganda the big desk.
an overture to fine death.
The grey men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, foul the air,
Their forsake all that they dwell on,
Drag the lover the loved ones.
Patriots is a backstep,
A cruel around a young neck.
They our children in the classroom
To a madman on a rostrum,
To praise the works of battle,
out the ribbon, balloon and rattle,
To dig their own in the cold earth...
So sad and now to give birth.