Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

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

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

I couldn't it, isn't it fantastic?
not art, it's 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 down? Are you cold? No, I'm
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 nearby, like you're moving through the night
I can tell and it's grainy, I can hear the coins dropping on
down to or pass on by?
Pass on by has nothing to do with the
Because it is a from the church

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

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

I'm really longing to see you
Now, let the music play for a
Grainy, grainy, this I remembered 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 water nearby

There is a man, standing in a
Leans on his hoe, stares the furrows
Counts on his fingers, one more flight
Of the inarticulate soul that he

Vladimir, Vladimir, standing in the
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