Luyện nghe bài hát War Supply

War. The ultimate. The of friend or foe.
declared by the high and fought out by the low.
Elevated to the of honourable feud.
Fought to or death. Either him or you.

Cannon fodder dressed up to fight or even die.

cross of Christ, the star of David, Swastika or
word of God, the hammer and the or banner
with your blood. Camouflaged and drilled
you all hell in confidence, at peace. Blown apart,
one could not your brains from your feet.

As your spirit 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 torn you in two you'll think fucking "why".

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

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

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

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

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