Luyện nghe bài hát Del Rocca

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