Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

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

There's nearby, I can tell
down to or pass on by?
Pass on by and after the 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 it back, it's a power 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 thinking of else
Pretty cold, no, don't sound like reading
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
Drop down to or on by?
Pass on by has to do with the church
Because it is a from the church

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

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

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

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

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

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

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