Luyện nghe bài hát Molikov and Anatoly

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

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

What just seen's a pathetic display
From a man who's beginning to
afraid,
He knows he the player he was
And he get it back.

Nonsense!
Why do you people always to believe
propaganda?

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
who's Chess single-handed
Is more or out of his brain
it's very clear
He's

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

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

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

Oh please don't 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 to make sure
All men have a
His is woman.
her, and you win the game.

So you I can't win otherwise?

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

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