Luyện nghe bài hát Crucifucks

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

Snakes get fat while the good die
All the should be bled dry
Who's me?

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

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

Throw the bodies the streets
Nothing more than meat
not to bite the hand that feeds
'Til it's cold and dry and no longer

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

The metropolitan
All the fucking men
abusers, national front
Rapists, racists, all fucking

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

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

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

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

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