Luyện nghe bài hát Fairwell to Pripchat

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

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

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And the shirts, sheets and cracks in the wind,
On the ledge the withering plants,
And the ladas and volgas are by the door,
And the bikes in usual stance.
Our evergreen tree lies and drooped,
They've poisoned our land,
The streets a deafening silence,
stirs but the sand.

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

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

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