Luyện nghe bài hát Evil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There will be no more no service will be rendered
The shops will not be open until he you broken
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 could forget it and be more
It's it bothers me so how anyone could be so evil