Luyện nghe bài hát God

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

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

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

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

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

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