Luyện nghe bài hát Comrade

Little months little
And in a wool dress
In a door opens
a wall where the wind is born
Near the garden
Where saints and
Are of the seasons
The alleys no names
are the hours or the years
I stroll
Dressed in a overcoat
And a hat of black
I don't
If nice out
I walk
And I smoke

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

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

The are songs
And the days
I no have one shred of respect for myself
But I see no
Who smoke the cigarettes as me
And who are as stupid as me
I'm content
really knowing why
It doesn't to speak of the sun
The
The sea and
Blood hands
It is quite often
To speak of other
We know there are very beautiful countries
With very men
With no less women,
But all that isn't really
But dizzying
Which rings and
Makes the bow
We and we see
many other things
Which are the same


And over there
Someone by
as hello
And everything all over once again
I read in the stars the good of my friends
In a river I one hand
I listen the sing
are the goodbyes of birds
A cry falls like a
My God my god
I be accordingly always the same
My head in my
And my in my head