Luyện nghe bài hát The Volga Boatsman Song

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