Luyện nghe bài hát Crucifucks

Nail the to the crucifix
the throats of all the priests
The last they will ever expect
A gaping hole running right through neck

get fat while the good rats die
All the pigs should be dry
with me?

All your sins will be
When blood begins to thicken
You have no to our questions
God bless this great

The snakes get fat while the rats die
And all the pigs be bled dry
with me?

Throw the into the streets
Nothing more than rotten
Taught not to bite the that feeds
'Til it's cold and dry and no longer

The get fat while the good rats die
So all the should be bled dry

The London
All the clergy men
Child abusers, national
Rapists, racists, all scum

And they march hand in
To rape our green and land
Dust to dust, to earth
The new born babies at birth

And there's no for England's son
nine years old and they all carry guns
Take out your crowbars, take out knives
Drain out your blood, we all to die

time for us to take a stand
We are on our knees in this great fucking land
And all the martyrs have convinced themselves
That ain't a sin when you're living in hell

There ain't no glory and there no hope
We will hang ourselves show us the rope
ain't no scapegoats left to blame
We brought this on ourselves, we could have been the

Great Britain is dead
So cut our throats, end our
fucking start again