Luyện nghe bài hát Féck de Villchen

Fuck the birds I'm in Luxembourg for the words
You must heard 4i2i, de läb
When we bust a verse, you learn to or love to learn
from a dusty earn,
we burn the herbs head like thunderbirds,
puppet nerds, sky get a curse
and on earth, brother, uncle, merc
I swear I heard something stir is burning, London has burnt.
Douse it out in coke and
and lounge like clouds on floating skies
Make a page of painted ceiling, an evening
in "Minett" and change the way a nation is speaking
"schnoory"

An allen Éieren, mär jongléieren, wa mär zirkuléieren,
mat engem kreéierte Langage, dee souguer d'Queen amuséieren.
Connectioun per Eurostar, Stonnen, sou schnell kann et goen,
lo de näischt méi soen, mär hu London virum Mikro stoen.
zelebréiere gekonnt eis Kampfkonscht am Hanfdonscht,
kreativ, jo nawell vill, mä net gesond fir d'Bronche.
Egal - einfach e klenge Moment, den vergiessen,
si och, well si kréie mol eppes ze friessen.
Mä Tea Time fällt aus, well am fléisst de Wäin,
bréngen iech frësch gehacktent Holz fir däi Kamäin.
Onkraut vergeet net, mä nee, et sech,
dofir free dech, well Bësch wiisst dagdeeglech.

Fuck the birds, all mothers to the
My "Sourkraut" powerhouse out and out, pick a infant
Mix with a little and a speckled pilchard
Come "Feck de Villchen" cut and crush and him
and whisk and filter dust until it's tincture
Metal elixir petal tongue lift off
Drunk off of 6 sung a hymn to the "Gelle Fra"
her oracle, jump from the hollow tooth
Yelling dame "lutzenbursh" cook us up a curse
Spell cast arm dough or "sauce blanche"
All blanched, bleached crumbs on a buttered earth
Mutton to the bleed, sit and eat your glutton with the birdfeed

David
eng Stonn no vir, si mer e Schratt viraus,
fir e klenge mat lyreschem Austausch.
Verluer an der Wüst, vun den Mënner,
ons Waasser, well soss penne geschwënn all eis Sënner.
Am gefaang, am gaang d'Zäit ze vergiessen,
vun Munchies, et gëtt vläit Zäit, eppes z'iessen.
D'ganzt schléift, mä dës Colläb dreift säin Onwiesen,
mär behalen den Duerchbléck, eis Aen, déi si gliesen.
A schonn huet de erklong fir d'Poete-Ronn,
an am Fong hunn eis gespëtzten an d'Bierelong d'Ronn gewonn, mäi Jong.
briechen d'Monotonie, well si fänkt un ze fachen,
a am Dëppen, fir nei Gedanken dran ze kachen.

4i2i, de läb, we got two on you guys
the truth writes when we cruise by on mics
and we're too high so and I'm who I am
loops by the high so zoop and it's boo yai yay
whoops did you see I say boop I see I spray
bars for de in Lux fuck what you think is fucked
we're sick as fuck I fuckin' flip and spit and dump
acid on the tricks and that's chatting shit
and in lumps of batter when I scatter man
rap him up and slap a man violence that im dan
London to Luxembourg stand up and salute the man doin' it big
and we will it for pricks
when we're showin' man what is flavours in your fizz
that's the that we live in in the bits, it's a given that we live in a prison
control and pessimism is persistent in this system
I can see in the distance but it's still a fucking mission