Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

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

water nearby, I can tell
Drop down to or on by?
Pass on by and after the meeting asked me
If I like 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, a power struggle, self-defense
It's not art, not art, are these your coins? Oh,

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

There are mountains nearby, like moving through the night
I can and it's grainy, I can hear the coins dropping on them
down to or pass on by?
Pass on by has to do with the church
Because it is a from the church

But they say it matter
We other songs as well beauty without scrutiny
That's a true definition of it, I could tell it was
I even saw it and I pressed through

The tourists swimming, swimming
The freezing to see and I couldn't see you
say one more silent something
Pressing through the of night

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

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

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

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

Set the fading light
Waiting for his hand to put the hoe
Waiting for the, for the
Waiting for the