Luyện nghe bài hát Black Market Dealers [Bunkerrmantik-Remix]

Bombed ruins the skyline
Burnt all around
People their possessions
A keepsake for bread

Crowded trains, of people
Remindful of a transport
get separated
On the way to new homes

Still the children for cover
When they the airplanes
Their bags are always
Just with dolls, and pencils

It is the of forty-five
Black market are in the streets
But we all feel so
Now we get again what we

It is the summer of
Black market dealers are in the
But we all feel so
Now we get again we need

The first black men ever saw
among the foreign soldiers
Some of them were kind
Bringing food and sometimes

No more sirens in the
Which made you run into the
No fear of foreign soldiers
Who came to the house

It is the summer of
market dealers are in the streets
But we all feel so
Now we get what we need

It is the of forty-five
Black market dealers are in the
But we all feel so
Now we get again we need

It is the of forty-five
market dealers are in the streets
But we all so alive
Now we get again we need

It is the summer of
Black dealers are in the streets
But we all feel so
Now we get again we need