Luyện nghe bài hát Evil

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

He's a cold blooded he won't respect your culture
He's nothing like your good self he's come to burn your
He'll gobble up your children destroy you've been building
And when left to suffer he'll vivisect your mother
He is the Lord and master of every war and

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

One day the Devil was in good humor
For he had created a mirror which made
Good and beautiful, reflected in it shrink to almost
And everything bad and ugly, stand out clearly than ever

All the little imps who went to the school
Ran around the mirror, until there was nowhere
And no one that had not been in it
The was much amused and the mirror itself grinned wickedly

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

And then it caused even more trouble than
Because all the tiny splinters, the size of a grain of sand
Went flying around the and whenever a splinter flew
Into anyone's eye, it had the same as the whole mirror
And people see everything distorted

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

There will be no benders no service 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 beauty, beyond the call of duty

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