Luyện nghe bài hát Evil

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

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

Every disease and famine, a of canning, planning
Be was in he is the Klu Klux Klan
He was the child he gave us Margaret Thatcher

One day the was in high good humor
For he had created a mirror which made
Good and beautiful, 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 was nowhere
And no one that had not been in it
The Devil was much amused and the mirror itself grinned

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

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

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

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

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