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

Bombed ruins form the
Burnt places all
People their possessions
A keepsake for some

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

Still the children search for
When hear the airplanes
Their bags are always
Just with dolls, books and

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

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

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

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

It is the of forty-five
Black market are in the streets
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 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 again we need