Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

I wouldn't it dark, one spade, three spades
I wouldn't it light either, four spades pass, oh
Oh, go all my coins
someone at the door, what was that?

There's water nearby, I can
Drop to or pass on by?
Pass on by and after the they asked me
If I would to become the conductor of their choir

I believe it, isn't it fantastic?
not art, it's self-defense it, it captures him
He has to capture it back, it's a struggle, self-defense
It's not art, not art, are your coins? Oh, yeah

Did you sit down? Are you cold? No, I'm
I mean, yes, grainy, I was of something else
Pretty cold, no, don't sound like you're
It sort of say it

are mountains nearby, like you're moving through the night
I can tell and it's grainy, I can the coins dropping on them
down to or pass on by?
Pass on by has nothing to do the church
Because it is a choir from the

But they say it doesn't
We other songs as well beauty without scrutiny
That's a true definition of it, I tell it was beautiful
Before I saw it and I pressed through

The swimming, swimming through
The pins to see and I couldn't see you
Could say one more silent
Pressing through the graininess of

I'm really longing to see you
Now, let the music play for a
Grainy, grainy, time I remembered to say I love you

And then we moved through a dark
And then up the sky and I said, look, look
But there was not a to be seen
But water nearby

There is a man, in a field
Leans on his hoe, stares down the
Counts on his fingers, one more flight
Of the soul that he borrows

Vladimir, Vladimir, in the field
Till he lines his sight the furrows
for the, waiting for the
Waiting for the

Set against the fading
for his hand to put the hoe down
Waiting for the, for the
Waiting for the