Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

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

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

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

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

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

But say it doesn't matter
We sing other songs as well beauty scrutiny
That's a definition of it, I could tell it was beautiful
Before I even saw it and I through

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

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

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

There is a man, in a field
Leans on his hoe, stares the furrows
on his fingers, one more 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 against the light
for his hand to put the hoe down
Waiting for the, for the
Waiting for the