Luyện nghe bài hát Del Rocca

Certainly Rocca in his stinkin'
Settles with Chianti, sitting in La Scala
on a piece of the wall, stresses it word by word
He sells pills to imbeciles.
He sets off, lookin' for
So that his easy hand makes the strings
He "I believe, but not everyone"
He with an acid head, flyin' home.
Rocca stars or looks inside the soul
He's to give a nipper for the old Europe
He congeals in silence, like a rock,
When the heights speaks to him miss Bush.
He prowls in the mountains, bears
He watches from the top of a hill
He stinks and "I f... the bottle,"
Too often he at people and strikes at his skull!
Rocca repels the of gloomy sad fools,
He... their souls so happy
He says, when it ends, for sure he'll come
To make an exception: to at you, at you!
He cannot understand, the hate him,
Rocca haunts policemen a rubber banana,
He's organisin' the flock and bringin' of beer
His lady's him, no, no, no,
got too much!!!
He's like steel, hard a motherf...er,
But he's gonna not long,
up sucker!