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

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

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

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

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 are in the streets
But we all feel so
Now we get again we need

The first black men ever saw
Were among the foreign
Some of were really kind
Bringing food and sometimes

No more in the night
made you run into the basement
No more fear of soldiers
Who came to search the

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

It is the summer of
Black dealers are in the streets
But we all feel so
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