Luyện nghe bài hát War Supply

War. The ultimate. The pinnacle of or foe.
Always by the high and fought out by the low.
Elevated to the of honourable feud.
Fought to capitulation or death. him or you.

fodder dressed up proud to fight or even die.

Carrying cross of Christ, the star of David, or
of God, the hammer and the sickle or banner
splattered with your blood. and drilled
you await all in confidence, at peace. Blown apart,
one could not tell your from your feet.

As your spirit slips and Earth drinks from your blood.
The is that 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 you'll think just "why".

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

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

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

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

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