Luyện nghe bài hát Evil

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

He's a blooded vulture he won't respect your culture
He's like your good self he's come to burn your bookshelf
gobble up your children destroy what you've been building
And when you're left to suffer vivisect your mother
He is the Lord and master of every war and

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

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

Then the little imps 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 laughter that it slipped out of their
Hands and fell to earth where it broke into millions of

And it caused even more trouble than before
Because all the tiny splinters, the size of a grain of sand
Went around the world and whenever a splinter flew
Into eye, it had the same power as the whole mirror
And made people see everything

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

There will be no more benders no service will be
The shops will not be open until he sees you
You've got to give him credit the man's Norman Tebbitt
Cruelty beauty, beyond the call of duty

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