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

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

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

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

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

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

The black men they ever saw
Were the foreign soldiers
Some of them really kind
Bringing food and sweets

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

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

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

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 what we