Luyện nghe bài hát Del Rocca

Certainly in his stinkin' uniform
Settles matters with Chianti, sitting in La
Scrawling on a of the wall, stresses it word by word
He sells pills to imbeciles.
He sets off, for viruses
So that his hand makes the strings sound
He "I believe, but not everyone"
He talked an acid head, flyin' home.
Rocca stars 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 speaks to him Bush.
He in the mountains, escapes bears
He watches from the top of a hill
He and says: "I f... the bottle,"
Too often he at people and strikes at his skull!
Rocca repels the of gloomy sad fools,
He... makes souls so happy
He says, when it ends, for sure he'll here
To an exception: to shoot at you, at you!
He cannot understand, the Junta him,
Rocca policemen with a rubber banana,
organisin' the flock and bringin' crates of beer
His lady's him, no, no, no,
got too much!!!
He's steel, hard like a motherf...er,
But he's live not long,
up sucker!