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

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

Crowded trains, of people
of a cattle transport
Families get
On the way to their new

the children search for cover
When they hear the
Their bags are always
with dolls, books and pencils

It is the of forty-five
Black market dealers are in the
But we all so alive
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

The first black men they saw
Were among the foreign
Some of them really kind
Bringing and sometimes sweets

No more sirens in the
Which made you run the basement
No more fear of foreign
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
Black market dealers are in the
But we all feel so
Now we get again we need

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

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