Luyện nghe bài hát Fairwell to Pripchat

It was a in april 1986,
The day nightmare begun,
the dust it fell down on our buildings and streets,
And entered our at noon,
Touched the grass and trees, bicycyles,
Beds, books and picture too,
We stood helpless, confused,
knew what to do.

At two o'clock on the buses arrived,
A fleet of a or more,
We were to be on our way,
Not knowing what lay in ,
Some of our citizens in dismay,
And for a good place to hide,
When four came and the last bus pulled out,
T'was the day that our town died.

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And the shirts, and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind,
On the window ledge the plants,
And the ladas and are parked by the door,
And the bikes in it's stance.
Our evergreen tree lies and drooped,
poisoned our fertile land,
The streets a deafening silence,
stirs but the sand.

A visit back home is so today,
A pompei in view,
To see all the old shops ond the hotel,
And the cinema too.
The momentos we gathered all behind,
Our photos and and cards,
The toys of our untouchable now,
Toy soldiers left on guard.

So fare thee well pripchat, my and my soul,
Your sorrow can no relief.
A terrifying glimpse of the you show,
Your children all scattered geese,
The clothes lines still but the owners long gone.
As the era returns,
The questions in black and white blurred grey,
The answer is too to learn.

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