Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

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

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

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

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 just 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 dropping on
Drop down to or on by?
on by has nothing to do with the church
Because it is a from the church

But they say it matter
We other songs as well beauty without scrutiny
That's a true definition of it, I could it was beautiful
Before I even saw it and I pressed

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

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

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

There is a man, standing in a
Leans on his hoe, down the furrows
Counts on his fingers, one more endless
Of the inarticulate soul he borrows

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

Set against the fading
Waiting for his hand to put the hoe
Waiting for the, for the
for the flight