Luyện nghe bài hát Comrade

Little months smokes
And oblivion in a wool
In a door opens
Near a where the wind is born
the jolly garden
Where and angels
Are afraid of the
The alleys no names
They are the hours or the
I leisurely
Dressed in a overcoat
And a hat of straw
I remember
If it's out
I smoking
And I smoke

Every once in a while I tell
time to stop
And I walking
I tell
I have to get air
I to look at the clouds
And breathe in a lung
I have to see the fly
And take a little
I shouldn't smoke so
I tell myself

I tell myself
I a headache
My life is a drop of water on my
And I'm no longer

The are songs
And the days
I no longer have one shred of respect for
But I see no
Who smoke the cigarettes as me
And who are just as as me
I'm pretty
really knowing why
It doesn't to speak of the sun
The
The sea and
Blood hands
It is necessary often
To speak of other
We know that are very beautiful countries
very handsome men
With no less women,
But all that really sufficient
But void
rings and bays
Makes the bow
We and we see
many other things
Which are always the


And over there
Someone by
Simple as
And everything starts all once again
I read in the stars the will of my friends
In a river I love one
I listen the flowers
There are the of birds
A cry falls a fruit
My God my god
I will be accordingly the same
My head in my
And my hands in my