Luyện nghe bài hát Evil

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

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

Every 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 a mirror which made everything
Good and beautiful, reflected in it shrink to almost
And everything bad and ugly, stand out more than ever

All the little imps who went to the school
Ran around the mirror, until there was nowhere
And no one had not been 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 mirror the it grinned
Until it was so hard with laughter that it slipped out of their
and fell to earth where it broke into millions of pieces

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

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

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

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