Luyện nghe bài hát Fairwell to Pripchat

It was a in april 1986,
The day that begun,
When the dust it fell down on our 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 of a thousand or more,
We ordered to be on our way,
Not knowing lay in store ,
of our citizens 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 lively died.

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

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

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

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