Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

I call it dark, one spade, three spades
I call it light either, four spades pass, oh
Oh, there go all my
There's someone at the door, was that?

water nearby, I can tell
Drop to or pass on by?
Pass on by and after the meeting they me
If I would to become the conductor of their choir

I believe 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 Are you cold? No, I'm cold
I mean, yes, grainy, I was of something else
Pretty cold, no, don't sound like reading
It just of say it

There are mountains nearby, like you're moving through the
I can and it's grainy, I can hear the coins dropping on them
down to or pass on by?
Pass on by has nothing to do with the
it is a choir from the church

But they say it matter
We other 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 swimming, swimming through
The freezing pins to see and I see you
Could say one more something
Pressing through the graininess of

I'm longing 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 there's nearby

There is a man, in a field
Leans on his hoe, stares down the
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
Waiting for the, for the
for the flight

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