Luyện nghe bài hát Evil

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

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

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

One day the Devil was in good humor
For he had created a mirror made everything
Good and beautiful, reflected in it to almost nothing
And bad and ugly, stand out more clearly than ever

All the little who went to the Devil's school
Ran with the mirror, until there was nowhere
And no one had not been distorted in it
The Devil was much amused and the mirror 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 it grinned
Until it was so hard with laughter that it slipped out of their
Hands and to earth where it broke into millions of pieces

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

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

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