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

Industry on the bloodpath,
Military the gory warbath,
Economics the battle landscape,
All together for the grand rape.
Moral make a scapegoat,
the rotting corpse inside the trenchcoat.
Praise the rotting above the club tie
sits in towers up in the blue sky,
Above the clouds, the scarred earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, for more death,
Arms make from the crushed head,
the towers up on the ditch head.
Betrayal forms the skyline,
Tinted catch the sunshine,
ice cold beauty makes the heart sink,
Five thousand away the dead stink.
And here the graveyard to them,
The city shines with tombstones.
The profiteers, the butchers,
Stir up the for legal slaughter.
The living who look up to them,
Who accept authority kills them,
Work for the making napalm,
watch the burning children on T.V.
As they eat meat pie
With refusal in minds
Eye to see own lives in that cold death,
Their of wealth upon that lost breath.
In the official offices of
Leaders of men to betray man.
Stocks and declare 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, the clean air,
Their eyes forsake all that dwell on,
Drag the lover the loved ones.
progress 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,
Bring out the ribbon, and rattle,
To dig their own in the cold earth...
So sad and pointless now to birth.