Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

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

There's water nearby, I can
Drop down to or on by?
Pass on by and after the they asked me
If I would like to become the conductor of 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, a power struggle, self-defense
It's not art, not art, are your coins? 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 sound you're reading
It sort of say it

There are mountains nearby, like moving through the night
I can tell and it's grainy, I can hear the dropping on them
Drop down to or on by?
Pass on by has nothing to do the church
Because it is a choir the church

But say it doesn't matter
We sing other songs as well without scrutiny
a true 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
say one more silent something
Pressing through the of night

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

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

There is a man, standing in a
Leans on his hoe, down the furrows
Counts on his fingers, one more endless
Of the soul 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
for the, waiting for the
Waiting for the