Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

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

There's water nearby, I can
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, it fantastic?
It's not art, it's it, it captures him
He has to capture it back, it's a power struggle,
not art, not art, are these your coins? Oh, yeah

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

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

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
I even saw it and I pressed through

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

I'm really longing to see you
Now, let the music for a while
Grainy, grainy, this 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 there was not a speck to be
But water nearby

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

Vladimir, Vladimir, in the field
Till he lines his along the furrows
Waiting for the, for the
for the flight

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