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 state of feud.
to capitulation or death. Either him or you.

Cannon fodder dressed up to fight or even die.

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

As spirit slips away 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 mine has torn you in two you'll think just fucking "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.

Just one delicate press on the trigger and all gone.

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

In you look all swell as you march off to war.
From now on your damn rubber body-bag be your 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 think just fucking "why".