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 he's Mr.
His violence does the talking those boots weren't for walking

He's a blooded vulture he won't respect your culture
He's nothing like your good self he's come to burn bookshelf
He'll gobble up your children destroy what you've been
And you're left to suffer he'll vivisect your 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 good humor
For he had created a mirror which made
and beautiful, reflected 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 there was
And no one that had not been in it
The Devil was much amused and the mirror itself wickedly

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

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

Sometimes a splinter of glass even 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 more benders no will be rendered
The shops will not be until he sees you broken
You've got to give him credit the man's Norman Tebbitt
Cruelty beauty, beyond the call of duty

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