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.
to capitulation or death. Either him or you.

Cannon dressed up proud to fight or even die.

Carrying of Christ, the star of David, Swastika or
of God, the hammer and the sickle or banner
splattered with blood. Camouflaged and drilled
you await all hell in confidence, at peace. apart,
one could not 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 that mine has torn you in two you'll think fucking "why".

At the bottom of the crater in a deaths terrain.
You grab your head as if to keep yourself 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 glory you seek among young
men slain. Indoctrinated as you are by church, school,
and command you'll think more of how your death
will and benefit your land.

In uniform you look all 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 until
mine has you in two you'll think just fucking "why".