Luyện nghe bài hát Molikov and Anatoly

The man is utterly mad! me, Anatoly,
playing a lunatic

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

What just seen's a pathetic display
a man who's beginning to crack
afraid,
He knows he isn't the he was
And he get it back.

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

My friend, relax,
We're all your
You how you need us

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

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

Oh, give me that crap!
I win, else does
And I the rap if I lose

It's not that simple
The world's tuned in
all on display
We're not merely

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

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

So you think I win otherwise?

I'm not saying that, I'm just certain
And she is attractive.
And there's her intriguing family history,
Hungary, 1956 and all

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