Luyện nghe bài hát God

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

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

On tv oliver north (his minutes 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 is how politics begin to lead into your life.
Back in our innocence we used to simply two fingers up to
Politics,
Say "fuck the queen", that was all you had to say anyway,
And go back to the more business of making music.

So why was I sitting there feeling 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, is somebody in power
Who thinks he is right than all the people who put him there,
All the who for once in their lives took an interest.

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