Luyện nghe bài hát Evil

He is the People's and all the people know it
They've read his published stories in public
In town and country locals Mr. Antisocial
His violence does the talking those boots made for walking

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

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

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

Then the imps decided to fly up to heaven to make fun of God
And his angels, the higher they carried the mirror the more it
Until it was shaking so hard with that 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 splinters, scarcely the size of a grain of sand
Went flying around the world and whenever a flew
anyone's eye, it had the same power as the whole mirror
And made people see everything

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

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

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