Luyện nghe bài hát God

God the world,
Then created the to blame for his mistakes

I closed the door of my hotel behind me,
It was closing a chapter in the book of life.
Outside thirty floors below I could hear the
Using their sirens like wolf whistles to pick up girls.

On tv oliver north (his fifteen of fame ticking steadily away)
Was being about crucial events which had happened a year earlier
What a flake...but who isn't?
That was regan's at least.

The worst thing is how politics begin to lead into life.
in our innocence we used to simply stick two fingers up to
Politics,
Say "fuck the queen", was about all you had to say anyway,
And go back to the more business of making music.

So why was I sitting feeling angry about -
Covert operations and aid to the contras?
I I'm not even american (may be we all are a little bit).
Then I realised it was just the idea in this particular democracy
And probably every other one in the world, there is somebody in
Who thinks he is more than all the people who put him there,
All the people who for once in lives took an interest.

the wind was howling the "who who's" from sympathy for the devil
Round and round the concrete walls and corners.
That was then, is...!