Luyện nghe bài hát Molikov and Anatoly

The man is mad! Believe me, Anatoly,
You're a lunatic

the problem.
He's a lunatic,
and you can't tell way he'll jump.
Like his game, impossible to analyze.
You predict him, dissect him,
Which of course he's not a lunatic at all

What we've just a pathetic display
From a man beginning to crack
afraid,
He knows he the player he was
And he get it back.

Nonsense!
Why do you people always to believe
Third-rate

My friend, relax,
all your side
You how you need us

I don't need my army of advisors
And helpers to me the man
who's Chess single-handed
Is or less out of his brain
When very clear
He's

Listen, we don't underestimate
We won't get caught in that
all, winning or losing reflects on us all

Oh, don't me that crap!
I win, no-one does
And I the rap if I lose

It's not quite simple
The world's tuned in
all on display
We're not sportsmen

Oh don't start spouting
that old party
get out, and get me my chess-playing second
In 36 hours we
That is if you to win

One is not sufficient.
We to know, we have to make sure
All men a weakness
His is woman.
her, and you win the game.

So you I can't win otherwise?

I'm not saying that, I'm making certain
And she is attractive.
And then there's her intriguing history,
Hungary, and all that

I'm a player, Mr. Molokov.
You go and play these games.