Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Off Europe

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

to feel you this mild temperature
sit to eat, be mature
a turn in the furnace
close to the embers, see, as do we cram
warm, feel our bodies
these bastards
the European Union pay

their immoralities orders
or kindness way to stupid
no faith in its
no law in its
over nation France as

europe is a
territory of unelected
besotted by his ditactes
as
corrupt members states and
Government is incompetent titillating from one to the other as tassels
the controversy that nourish and guide the ethical
the best mass away a true political
lies and promises a nation in distress

of party taken hands in the bag
nothing comes out of these big pigs
person of returns there
that way there was groping, will plant
citizen park as sheep taken for an idiot
in our lives, the wolf has also
investors who dethrone your
miserable traitor, we lose
time of our misfortune will no longer happiness

not clever kids mediating violates collective
we die and we saliesent the nation
lobotomized, hostage to the division of interests
nothing human, for tomorrow
they take us her ass these bands of
system throat, stuffy, you intoxicating

back to you, spring, his moment in the sun
soothes us, us nourishes us
if your effect is natural humanity in europe is nature
she missed the call in this
History of a bloody nightmare without war lawless
they go to the hole all thugs
the nation is our right