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 afraid of the
The alleys no names
are the hours or the years
I stroll
Dressed in a cement
And a hat of black
I don't
If nice out
I walk
And I walking

Every once in a while I myself
It's time to
And I walking
I tell
I to get some air
I have to look at the
And breathe in a full
I have to see the fly
And a little exercise
I shouldn't so much
I tell also

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

The songs are
And the days
I no longer have one shred of 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 suffice to of the sun
The
The sea and
Blood eyes
It is quite often
To speak of things
We know that there are beautiful countries
With very men
With no charming women,
But all that really sufficient
But dizzying
rings and bays
Makes the bow
We and we see
Again many things
Which are always the


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