Luyện nghe bài hát Fairwell to Pripchat

It was a friday in 1986,
The day nightmare begun,
When the it fell down on our buildings and streets,
And entered our at noon,
Touched the and trees, bicycyles, cars
Beds, books and picture too,
We stood helpless, confused,
Nobody knew to do.

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

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And the shirts, sheets and cracks in the wind,
On the window ledge the plants,
And the ladas and are parked by the door,
And the bikes in usual stance.
Our evergreen lies withered and drooped,
They've our fertile land,
The speak a deafening silence,
Nothing but the sand.

A visit home is so eerie today,
A modern in view,
To see all the old ond the forest hotel,
And the promyet too.
The momentos we gathered all behind,
Our photos and and cards,
The toys of our children now,
Toy soldiers standing on guard.

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

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