Luyện nghe bài hát Comrade

Little months smokes
And oblivion in a wool
In a opens tenderly
Near a wall where the is born
the jolly garden
Where and angels
Are of the seasons
The alleys have no
They are the or the years
I stroll
Dressed in a cement
And a hat of black
I don't
If nice out
I smoking
And I walking

Every once in a I tell myself
It's time to
And I continue
I tell
I have to get air
I have to look at the
And breathe in a lung
I to see the flies fly
And take a little
I shouldn't smoke so
I tell myself

I myself again
I have a
My life is a 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 the same cigarettes as me
And who are as stupid as me
I'm pretty
Without really why
It doesn't suffice to of the sun
The
The sea and
eyes hands
It is quite often
To speak of things
We that there are very beautiful countries
With very men
With no charming women,
But all that isn't really
But void
rings and bays
Makes the bow
We and we see
Again many things
Which are always the


And over there
goes by
Simple as
And everything starts all over again
I read in the the good will of my friends
In a I love one hand
I listen the flowers
There are the goodbyes of
A cry like a fruit
My God my god
I will be always the same
My in my hands
And my hands in my