Luyện nghe bài hát Evil

He is the People's poet and all the know it
They've read his stories in public lavatories
In town and country he's Mr. Antisocial
His violence does the talking those boots weren't for walking

He's a cold blooded vulture he respect your culture
He's nothing like your good self he's to burn your bookshelf
He'll gobble up children destroy what you've been building
And when left to suffer he'll vivisect your mother
He is the and master of every war and disaster

Every disease and famine, a piece of canning,
Be was in Vietnam he is the Klu Klan
He was the child catcher he gave us Margaret

One day the Devil was in high humor
For he had created a which made everything
and beautiful, reflected in it shrink to almost nothing
And bad and ugly, stand out more clearly than ever

All the little who went to the Devil's school
Ran around with the mirror, until was nowhere
And no one that had not distorted in it
The Devil was much amused and the mirror itself grinned

the little imps decided to fly up to heaven to make fun of God
And his angels, the higher they the mirror the more it grinned
Until it was shaking so hard with laughter it slipped out of their
Hands and fell to earth it broke into millions of pieces

And then it caused even more trouble before
Because all the tiny splinters, scarcely the of a grain of sand
Went flying the world and whenever a splinter flew
Into anyone's eye, it had the power as the whole mirror
And made see everything distorted

Sometimes a splinter of glass even entered someone's
Which was worst of all, for then person's heart was turned to ice
And by his royal there'll be no more enjoyment

There will be no more benders no will be rendered
The shops will not be open until he sees you
got to give him credit the poor man's Norman Tebbitt
Cruelty without beauty, beyond the of duty

And beyond my understanding I it so demanding
I wish I forget it and be more apathetic
It's just it bothers me so how anyone be so evil