Luyện nghe bài hát Evil

He is the People's poet and all the people it
They've read his published stories in lavatories
In town and locals he's Mr. Antisocial
His violence does the talking those boots weren't made for

a cold blooded vulture he won't respect your culture
He's nothing like your good self he's come to burn bookshelf
gobble up your children destroy what you've been building
And when you're left to suffer vivisect your mother
He is the Lord and master of every war and

Every disease and famine, a piece of canning,
Be was in he is the Klu Klux Klan
He was the child catcher he gave us Thatcher

One day the was in high good humor
For he had created a mirror which made
Good and beautiful, reflected in it shrink to nothing
And everything bad and ugly, stand out more clearly ever

All the little imps who went to the school
Ran with the mirror, until there was nowhere
And no one had not been distorted in it
The Devil was much amused and the itself grinned wickedly

Then the little imps to fly up to heaven to make fun of God
And his angels, the higher they the mirror the more it grinned
Until it was so hard with laughter that it slipped out of their
Hands and fell to where it broke into millions of pieces

And then it caused even more trouble than
Because all the splinters, scarcely the size of a grain of sand
Went flying around the and whenever a splinter flew
Into anyone's eye, it had the same power as the mirror
And people see everything distorted

Sometimes a splinter of even entered someone's heart
Which was of all, for then that person's heart was turned to ice
And by his royal there'll be no more enjoyment

will be no more benders no service will be rendered
The shops will not be open until he you broken
You've got to give him credit the poor Norman Tebbitt
Cruelty without beauty, the call of duty

And beyond my understanding I it so demanding
I wish I could forget it and be apathetic
It's just it bothers me so how anyone could be so