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

Bombed ruins form the
Burnt all around
People trading their
A for some bread

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

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

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 what we need

The first black men they saw
among the foreign soldiers
Some of were really kind
food and sometimes sweets

No more in the night
Which you run into the basement
No more of foreign soldiers
Who came to the house

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

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

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

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