Luyện nghe bài hát Del Rocca

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