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 can't which way he'll jump.
Like his game, impossible to analyze.
You can't predict him, him,
Which of course means he's not a at all

What we've just seen's a display
From a man beginning to crack
afraid,
He he isn't the player 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 of 'so-called' advisors
And to tell me the man
who's revitalised Chess
Is or less out of his brain
it's very clear
He's

Listen, we don't Trumper
We won't get in that trap
After all, or losing reflects on us all

Oh, don't give me 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 please don't spouting
that old party
Just get out, and get me my chess-playing
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 that, I'm just making certain
And she is attractive.
And then her intriguing family history,
Hungary, and all that

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