Luyện nghe bài hát Crucifucks

Nail the to the crucifix
Slit the throats of all the
The last smile will ever expect
A gaping running right through their neck

Snakes get fat the good rats die
All the pigs should be dry
Who's me?

All your sins will be
When your blood begins to
You no answers to our questions
God bless great depression

The get fat while the good rats die
And all the should be bled dry
with me?

Throw the into the streets
Nothing more rotten meat
Taught not to the hand that feeds
it's cold and dry and no longer bleeds

The snakes get fat while the good die
So all the pigs should be dry

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

And they march hand in
To our green and pleasant land
to dust, earth to earth
The new born drowned at birth

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

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

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

Britain is fucking dead
So cut our throats, end our
Let's fucking start