Luyện nghe bài hát The Volga Boatsman Song

Down by the walks the lonely Boatsman
Towing on his back that celestial
From the heavens above, the Lord his hand
But the Boatsman laughs - the hand contains cocaine.
And down the - memories of the Golden Horde
And up the Volga - damsels on the shore
Such Kozelsky brew, such a flood
Oh pale snow, freeze my blood to the core.
How the winter simply us with its iron and ice
Pacified us, the quietly into spring
When the snow starts to melt - oh what that entice
When the ice starts to - oh how I shall sing.
Is this just or BibLical Flood?
Or simply a lord and the he sweeps?
But I care less, I'm lamost ready, my love
I am ready to sing to you out from the
And from the dark of the deep, oh how the bells
>From behind the old wall Chizh to be believed
Oh forgive me my with thw wave of you wing
Oh forgive me my - say something, please!
So Seraphim golden winged-pomp
Burn and fear nor your own guiding
I care less, I've misplaced the bit to chomp
I have no other part - whenever you are.
So, here's our whole either SECAM or PAL
Either full collapse or the Savior dote
Going outside to find the of it all
Got drunk and fell down - and that's all she
The ravens are silent, it's the who scream
With a from the boondocks or some sisterly love
the Saving Fast or some saving poison
Don't you hear my knock - please, the door !
So, count us with the angels or the boar
But don't mute, I can't make it without fire
Whenever I may I keep knocking at the door
But oh my Lord above, have on me, Sire.