Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

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

There's nearby, I can tell
down to or pass on by?
Pass on by and the meeting they asked me
If I would like to become the conductor of their

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Set the fading light
Waiting for his to put the hoe down
Waiting for the, for the
for the flight