Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Off Europe

That's the rhythm for announce to you the return of spring
traffic jam, the snow is gone
all burgeons, like the bournemouth, every season, his of money
sure, what could be more pleasant than the profit markets for in convertible car

before to feel you mild temperature
sit to eat, be mature
a turn in the furnace
close to the embers, see, as they do we
warm, feel our charred
find these
the European must pay

their immoralities orders
or given way to stupid
no in its carrion
no law in its
nation France as impositions

europe is a
territory of unelected
besotted by his liberal
as
corrupt states and bearded
Government is incompetent from one party to the other as tassels
seeking the controversy that nourish and the ethical
the mass away from a true political
lies and promises a nation in distress

yoyo of party hands in the bag
nothing good comes out of big pigs
of good returns there
that way there was groping, will plant
dismal citizen park as taken for an idiot
in our daily lives, the wolf has
who dethrone your speech
crying traitor, we lose
time of our misfortune will no longer happiness

not clever kids mediating violates collective
we die and we saliesent the mind
people lobotomized, hostage to the division of
nothing human, for tomorrow
they take us her ass these of pussies
taking throat, stuffy, you intoxicating

back to you, spring, his moment in the sun
soothes us, synthesizes us us
if your effect is natural humanity in is against nature
she missed the call in this
History of a nightmare without war faithless lawless
they go to the all these thugs
the mind is our right