Luyện nghe bài hát Systematic Death

System, system, system - in life
System, system, system - the surgeons
System, system, - hacking at the cord
System, system, - a child is born
Poor little fucker, little kid
asked for life, no she never did
Poor little baby, little mite
Crying out for as her parents fight (x2)
System, system, - send him to school
System, system, - force him to crawl
System, system, - teach him how to cheat
System, system, system - kick him off his
Poor little schoolboy, poor lad
They'll pat him if he's good, him if he's bad
little kiddy, poor little chap
They'll feed his mind with their useless crap
Force feed his mind with useless crap
System, system, system - teach her how to cook
System, system, system - they'll her how to look
System, system, - they'll teach her all the tricks
System, system, - create another victim for their
greasy
Poor girly, poor little wench
Another little object to and pinch
Poor little sweety, poor little
They'll her mind so they can fuck her silly
Fuck her mind so they can fuck her
System, system, system - grown to be a man
System, system, system - been taught to fit the plan
System, system, system - forty years of
System, system, - Pushing little buttons,
little knobs
Poor fucking worker, little serf
Working like a mule for half of he's worth
Poor fucking grafter, poor gent
Working for the cash that he's spent (x2)
selling his life, she's his loyal wife
Timid as a mouse, got her little house
got his little car and they share the cocktail bar
She likes to cook his meals, you know, that appeals
Sometimes he works til late so his supper has to
But she doesn't really mind cos he's overtime
He likes to put a bit away just for rainy day
Cos every little counts the cost of living mounts
They do the pools week hoping for that lucky break
Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't
really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car
They could buy a bungalow, with a Georgian for show
He might think of leaving work, but no, he like to shirk
He'd much prefer to and get his honest days pay
He's got a life of work ahead, there's no for the dead
She's tried to make it nice, he's thankyou once or twice
System, system, - deprived of any hope
System, system, system - taught they cope
System, system, system - right from the start
System, system, - til death do them part
Poor fuckers, what a sorry pair
Had lives stolen, but they didn't really care
little darlings, just your ordinary folks
Victims of the and its cruel jokes (x2)
The couple views the and dreams of home sweet home
They'd almost paid their when the system dropped its bomb.