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
There's someone at the door, what was

There's nearby, I can tell
down to or pass on by?
Pass on by and after the meeting they me
If I like to become the conductor 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 power struggle,
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 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 on them
down to or pass on by?
Pass on by has to do with the church
Because it is a choir from the

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

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

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 up into the sky and I said, look, look
But was not a speck to be seen
But water nearby

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

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

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