Luyện nghe bài hát Crucifucks

Nail the to the crucifix
Slit the of all the priests
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 sins will be forgiven
When your begins to thicken
You have no to our questions
God this great depression

The snakes get fat while the good die
And all the should be bled dry
Who's me?

Throw the bodies into the
Nothing more than meat
Taught not to bite the hand that
'Til it's cold and dry and no bleeds

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

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

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

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

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

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

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