Luyện nghe bài hát Comrade

Little months smokes
And in a wool dress
In a door tenderly
a wall where the wind is born
Near the jolly
Where saints and
Are of the seasons
The alleys have no
They are the or the years
I leisurely
Dressed in a cement
And a hat of black
I remember
If nice out
I walk
And I smoke

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

I myself 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 as stupid as me
I'm pretty
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 that there are very beautiful countries
With very men
With no less women,
But all that isn't really
But void
rings and bays
Makes the bow
We and we see
Again other things
are always the same


And there simply
goes by
Simple as
And starts all over once again
I read in the stars the will of my friends
In a river I love one
I the flowers sing
There are the of birds
A cry like a fruit
My God my god
I will be accordingly always the
My head in my
And my in my head