Luyện nghe bài hát Comrade

Little months little
And oblivion in a wool
In a opens tenderly
Near a where the wind is born
the jolly garden
Where saints and
Are afraid of the
The alleys no names
They are the hours or the
I stroll
Dressed in a cement
And a hat of black
I don't
If it's out
I walk
And I smoke

Every once in a while I tell
It's to stop
And I continue
I myself
I to get some air
I have to at the clouds
And breathe in a lung
I to see the flies fly
And take a little
I smoke so much
I myself also

I myself again
I a headache
My life is a of water on my eyelid
And I'm no twenty

The are songs
And the days
I no longer have one of respect for myself
But I see no
Who smoke the cigarettes as me
And who are just as as me
I'm content
Without really why
It suffice to speak of the sun
The
The sea and
eyes hands
It is necessary quite
To speak of things
We that there are very beautiful countries
With handsome men
no less charming women,
But all isn't really sufficient
But void
Which rings and
the head bow
We and we see
Again other things
are always the same


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 sing
There are the goodbyes of
A cry falls a fruit
My God my god
I will be accordingly always the
My in my hands
And my hands in my