Luyện nghe bài hát Black Market Dealers [Maschinen-Mix]

Bombed ruins the skyline
places all around
People their possessions
A keepsake for some

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

Still the children for cover
When hear the airplanes
Their bags are packed
Just 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
market dealers are in the streets
But we all feel so
Now we get again we need

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

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

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 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 what we

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