Luyện nghe bài hát Kolyma

They pass me when I close my
Ragged lines of ragged
Grey their faces, grey hands
Grey the ghosts haunt this land
pain, it echoes through the hills
Through no one living ever

This is Kolyma - a graveyard for the

The muffled sounds of cries and
Od swearing, and commands
They all disappeared in big land
Where summer's harsh and kills
Where gold is hidden, for free
And freedom came from steel

This is - a graveyard for the lost

The forest all the camps
walls, cut fences down to earth
The forest all the camps
Broke walls, cut down to earth

Land of gold and of death, a graveyard for the lost
You the treasures, you tool the men, you'll keep them forever

(This is) - a graveyard for the lost
(This is) Kolyma - a for the lost

The cold crying for the lost
He knows the sites they all lie
The are howling in the woods
Howls calling up the dead
I'd rather trust in fangs
Than mercy by man's

This is Kolyma - a for the lost

The wind's crying for the lost
The one who their names