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

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

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

Still the children search for
When they the airplanes
Their bags are packed
Just dolls, books and pencils

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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