Luyện nghe bài hát Draughts Club Hooligan

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

if I need to pull for hours
The will come off, those shelves
It's a great
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 that get any appreciation?

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

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

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

I am a
Every day a strife, doesn't anybody recognize my talent?

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

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

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

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

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