Luyện nghe bài hát Evil

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

He's a cold vulture he won't respect your culture
He's nothing like your good self he's come to your bookshelf
He'll up your children 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 child catcher he us Margaret Thatcher

One day the Devil was in high 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 more clearly ever

All the little imps who to the Devil's 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 imps to fly up to heaven to make fun of God
And his angels, the higher they the mirror the more it grinned
Until it was shaking so hard with laughter it slipped out of their
Hands and fell to earth where it into millions of pieces

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

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

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

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