Luyện nghe bài hát The Volga Boatsman Song

Down by the Volga walks the lonely
Towing on his back celestial plain
From the heavens above, the Lord his hand
But the Boatsman simply - the hand contains cocaine.
And the Volga - memories of the Golden Horde
And up the - damsels transfixed on the shore
Kozelsky brew, such a waterly flood
Oh pale blue snow, my blood to the core.
How the winter simply calmed us its iron and ice
Pacified us, the turned into spring
When the snow starts to - oh what that shall entice
When the ice starts to brea - oh how I sing.
Is this Volga or BibLical Flood?
Or simply a lord and the he sweeps?
But I couldn't care less, I'm lamost ready, my
I am to sing to you out from the deep
And from the dark of the deep, oh how the sing
>From behind the old wall comes to be believed
Oh forgive me my sins with thw of you wing
Oh me my sins - say something, please!
So burn Seraphim golden
Burn and nor your own guiding star
I couldn't care less, misplaced the bit to chomp
I have no part - just whenever you are.
So, here's our whole life: either or PAL
Either full collapse or the will dote
Going outside to the start of it all
Got drunk and down - and that's all she wrote
The ravens are silent, it's the women who
With a howl the boondocks or some sisterly love
Either the Saving Fast or some poison
Don't you hear my knock - please, the door !
So, count us the angels or among the boar
But please mute, I can't make it without fire
Whenever I may roam I knocking at the door
But oh my above, have mercy on me, Sire.