Luyện nghe bài hát Comrade

Little months smokes
And oblivion in a dress
In a door opens
Near a wall the wind is born
Near the garden
Where saints and
Are afraid of the
The have no names
They are the hours or the
I stroll
in a cement overcoat
And a hat of black
I remember
If nice out
I smoking
And I smoke

Every once in a while I myself
It's to stop
And I continue
I myself
I have to get air
I to look at the clouds
And in a lung full
I have to see the fly
And take a little
I shouldn't smoke so
I myself also

I tell again
I have a
My is a drop of water on my eyelid
And I'm no longer

The songs are
And the days
I no longer one shred of respect for myself
But I see no
Who smoke the cigarettes as me
And who are just as as me
I'm pretty
really knowing why
It suffice to speak of the sun
The
The sea and
Blood hands
It is necessary often
To of other things
We know that there are beautiful countries
With very men
With no less women,
But all that really sufficient
But void
Which rings and
the head bow
We and we see
Again many things
Which are always the


And over simply
goes by
Simple as
And everything all over once again
I read in the stars the good will of my
In a river I one hand
I listen the flowers
There are the goodbyes of
A cry falls a fruit
My God my god
I be accordingly always the same
My head in my
And my hands in my