Luyện nghe bài hát Del Rocca

Certainly Rocca in his stinkin'
Settles matters with Chianti, sitting in La
on a piece of the wall, stresses it word by word
He pills to dirty imbeciles.
He sets off, for viruses
So that his easy hand makes the sound
He "I believe, but not everyone"
He talked an acid head, flyin' home.
Rocca counts or looks inside the soul
He's going to a nipper for the old Europe
He congeals in silence, like a rock,
When from the heights to him miss Bush.
He prowls in the mountains, bears
He watches France from the top of a
He and says: "I f... the bottle,"
Too he shoots at people and strikes at his skull!
Rocca the attacks of gloomy sad fools,
He... their souls so happy
He says, it ends, for sure he'll come here
To make an to shoot at you, at you!
He cannot understand, the Junta him,
haunts policemen with a rubber banana,
He's organisin' the flock and crates of beer
His lady's him, no, no, no,
got too much!!!
He's like steel, like a motherf...er,
But gonna live not long,
up sucker!