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

Bombed ruins the skyline
Burnt places all
People their possessions
A for some bread

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

Still the children search for
When hear 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 summer of
Black market dealers are in the
But we all so alive
Now we get again what we

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

No more sirens in the
Which you run into the basement
No more fear of foreign
Who to search the house

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
market dealers are in the streets
But we all so alive
Now we get what we need

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

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