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, the bournemouth, every season, his package of money
sure, what could be more pleasant than the profit for riding in convertible car

before to feel you this mild
sit to eat, be mature
make a turn in the
to the embers, see, as they do we cram
warm, our bodies charred
find these
the Union 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
of terrorists unelected
besotted by his ditactes
as
corrupt states and bearded
is incompetent titillating from one party to the other as tassels
seeking the controversy that nourish and the ethical
the best mass away from a political
lies and promises a nation in distress

yoyo of taken hands in the bag
good comes out of these big pigs
person of good returns
that way was groping, they will plant
dismal citizen park as taken for an idiot
in our lives, the wolf has also
who dethrone your speech
crying miserable traitor, we
time of our misfortune will no longer your

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 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 in europe is against nature
she missed the in this confusion
History of a bloody nightmare without war faithless
they go to the all these thugs
the mind nation is our