Luyện nghe bài hát DUMB EUROPE

on this night out on the brink
the and the bars still stink
the air is much too for seeing
but not enough for leaning
I in a catatonic crawl
and if I die tonight then me in
some teutonic hole
six feet under with a soul
and really we all just die of shame
Europe, dumb Europe, dumb Europe.

oh the night on the brink
Mama's face staring up at me from the bottom of the
witness my of destruction
trying to this drinking place
my feet are magnetised for
the floor's to my face
and if I die
sell me as some pre-historic
a of junk-souvenir for Jap
to fob off on his friends back
the money-dance...
I find it hard to cope days like this. pass the bottle etc.
Europe, dumb Europe, dumb Europe.

on European night out on the brink
the and the bars still stink
the air is too thick for seeing
but not thick enough for
I leave in a crawl
and if I die tonight then me in
some bleak teutonic
six feet with a snap-frozen soul
and really we could all die of shame
Europe, dumb Europe, dumb Europe.