Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

I wouldn't call it dark, one spade, spades
I wouldn't call it either, four spades pass, oh
Oh, go all my coins
There's someone at the door, what was

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

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

Did you sit down? Are you cold? No, I'm
I mean, yes, grainy, I was thinking of else
Pretty cold, no, sound like you're reading
It sort of say it

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

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

The swimming, swimming through
The freezing pins to see and I see you
say one more silent something
Pressing the graininess of night

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

And then we through a dark valley
And then up the sky and I said, look, look
But was not a speck to be seen
But there's water

is a man, standing in a field
Leans on his hoe, down the furrows
Counts on his fingers, one more endless
Of the soul that he borrows

Vladimir, Vladimir, standing in the
Till he lines his sight the furrows
Waiting for the, for the
for the flight

Set against the light
Waiting for his to put the hoe down
for the, waiting for the
Waiting for the