Luyện nghe bài hát The Volga Boatsman Song

Down by the Volga walks the Boatsman
Towing on his that celestial plain
From the heavens above, the Lord shows his
But the simply laughs - the hand contains cocaine.
And the Volga - memories of the Golden Horde
And up the Volga - transfixed on the shore
Such Kozelsky brew, a waterly flood
Oh pale blue snow, my blood to the core.
How the simply calmed us with its iron and ice
Pacified us, the quietly turned spring
the snow starts to melt - oh what that shall entice
When the ice starts to brea - oh how I sing.
Is just Volga or BibLical Flood?
Or simply a and the traces he sweeps?
But I care less, I'm lamost ready, my love
I am to sing to you out from the deep
And the dark of the deep, oh how the bells sing
>From behind the old wall comes to be believed
Oh forgive me my with thw wave of you wing
Oh me my sins - say something, please!
So Seraphim golden winged-pomp
Burn and fear nor own guiding star
I couldn't less, I've misplaced the bit to chomp
I have no other - just whenever you are.
So, here's our whole life: either or PAL
full collapse or the Savior will dote
Going outside to find the of it all
Got and fell down - and that's all she wrote
The are silent, it's the women who scream
With a howl from the or some sisterly love
Either the Saving Fast or some poison
Don't you my knock - please, open the door !
So, count us the angels or among the boar
But please don't mute, I can't make it fire
I may roam I keep knocking at the door
But oh my Lord above, have on me, Sire.