Luyện nghe bài hát God

God the world,
Then the devil 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 hear the police
Using their sirens wolf whistles to pick up young girls.

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

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

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

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