Luyện nghe bài hát Del Rocca

Certainly in his stinkin' uniform
matters with Chianti, sitting in La Scala
Scrawling on a of the wall, stresses it word by word
He sells to dirty imbeciles.
He sets off, lookin' for
So that his easy hand makes the strings
He "I believe, but not everyone"
He talked with an acid head, home.
Rocca counts or looks inside the soul
going to give a nipper for the old Europe
He in silence, just like a rock,
from the heights speaks to him miss Bush.
He prowls in the mountains, bears
He watches from the top of a hill
He and says: "I f... the bottle,"
Too often he shoots at people and at his skull!
repels the attacks 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 hate him,
haunts policemen with a rubber banana,
He's organisin' the flock and bringin' 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!