Luyện nghe bài hát Del Rocca

Certainly Rocca in his stinkin'
matters with Chianti, sitting in La Scala
Scrawling on a piece of the wall, it word by word
He pills to dirty imbeciles.
He sets off, lookin' for
So that his easy hand makes the sound
He "I believe, but not everyone"
He talked with an head, flyin' home.
Rocca counts stars or inside the soul
He's going to a nipper for the old Europe
He in silence, just like a rock,
When from the speaks to him miss Bush.
He prowls in the mountains, bears
He watches France the top of a hill
He stinks and "I f... the bottle,"
Too often he shoots at people and at his skull!
Rocca repels the attacks of sad fools,
He... their souls so happy
He says, when it ends, for he'll come here
To make an to shoot 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 reprimandin' him, no, no, no,
got too much!!!
He's like steel, hard a motherf...er,
But he's live not long,
up sucker!