Luyện nghe bài hát Del Rocca

Certainly in his stinkin' uniform
matters with Chianti, sitting in La Scala
Scrawling on a piece of the wall, stresses it word by
He sells to dirty imbeciles.
He sets off, lookin' for
So that his easy makes the strings sound
He "I believe, but not everyone"
He talked an acid head, flyin' home.
Rocca counts stars or looks inside the
He's going to give a nipper for the old
He congeals in silence, like a rock,
When the heights speaks to him miss Bush.
He prowls in the mountains, escapes
He watches France from the top of a
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... makes souls so happy
He says, when it ends, for sure he'll 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 reprimandin' him, no, no, no,
got too much!!!
He's steel, hard like a motherf...er,
But he's live not long,
up sucker!