Luyện nghe bài hát Comrade

Little little smokes
And oblivion in a dress
In a door tenderly
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 leisurely
in a cement overcoat
And a hat of straw
I don't
If it's out
I smoking
And I walking

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

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 same 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
Blood hands
It is quite often
To of other things
We know that there are very countries
With handsome men
With no charming women,
But all that isn't sufficient
But dizzying
Which rings and
the head bow
We and we see
Again other things
Which are the same


And there simply
Someone by
as hello
And starts all over once again
I in the stars the good will of my friends
In a river I one hand
I listen the flowers
There are the goodbyes of
A cry falls like a
My God my god
I be accordingly always the same
My in my hands
And my in my head