Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Cloud Of Islam

I'm sick to the of the news on the screen
of hisbullah and jihad the obscene
whose men plant the and then live feeling free
to watch and children be killed on T.V.
which delivers a child a death curse
in the name of a worn out collection of
I've not read the so I cannot recite
but I'd bet Salman Rushdie is just about
underneath the black of islam
What kind of publicity needs so much
that's not for some sad god
selling as a two-bit Macbeth
as the expect in sentencing cousins to
and what kind of god can be anyway
that you to prostrate to him five times a day
with hate in your heart and a gun in hand
is force the only to understand
the black cloud of islam?
and the butchers who've got all blood on their hands
are the ones who need god to be where he stands
blessing kidnapping, murder and war
books written hundreds of ages before
and woman in veils paces behind
sit easy in my mind
it speaks of and no other choice
that rigid compliance with the voice
underneath the black of islam
You can put a bullet clean through this guitar
'cos I'm not overjoyed the story so far
sharing a world with the of god
is as good as being six feet the sod
words that are written are all to say
and these are the latest are anyway
and I am the prophet so don't me
I'm the same as the old expect that I'm free
to give you a piece of my mind is this
you're the worst of blind witlessnesses
with your feet in the door of the abyss
which is the black cloud of islam