Luyện nghe bài hát Draughts Club Hooligan

Sunday morning, at
Warping up with
put my fist in front
I'm alone but singing

Even if I to pull for hours
The will come off, luggage shelves
a great sport
I'll a mess of every train

I am a
To my draughts club, I kick everything to pieces

I am a
I test every bus for its springs, why doesn't that get any

It's a ritual
As I tear a busstop to four
You have to a lot of talent
A busstop is deep in the concrete

I called the
I to get a ribbon(*1)
Because, before the dam
I pay out my first

I am a
To promote my draughts club, I kick to pieces

I am a
Every day a heavy strife, anybody recognize my talent?

I am a
To promote my draughts club, I kick to pieces

I am a
First I punch, there's the papers headline

I am a
I my fingers to the bone, and then I get a sporting gym ban?

I am a
Even when I'm alone, I kicking around for 'Our Draughts'

(*1 The Queen of the Netherlands gives ribbons to people who do special)