Luyện nghe bài hát Comrade

Little months smokes
And oblivion in a wool
In a door tenderly
a wall where the wind is born
Near the jolly
Where saints and
Are afraid of the
The have no names
are the hours or the years
I stroll
in a cement overcoat
And a hat of black
I remember
If nice out
I smoking
And I walking

Every once in a while I tell
It's time to
And I continue
I tell
I to get some air
I have to at the clouds
And breathe in a full
I to see the flies fly
And take a little
I shouldn't smoke so
I tell myself

I myself again
I have a
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 the same cigarettes as me
And who are just as as me
I'm content
Without really 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 charming women,
But all that isn't really
But dizzying
Which and bays
Makes the bow
We and we see
Again many things
Which are always the


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