Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

I call 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 become the 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, it's a struggle, self-defense
It's not art, not art, are these coins? Oh, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

And then we moved through a valley
And then up into the sky and I said, look,
But was not a speck to be seen
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 inarticulate that he borrows

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

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