Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

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

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

I couldn't believe it, it fantastic?
It's not art, it's 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 No, I'm cold
I mean, yes, grainy, I was thinking of else
Pretty cold, no, don't sound like you're
It just of say it

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

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 even saw it and I pressed

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

I'm really forward to see you
Now, let the music for a while
Grainy, grainy, this I remembered to say I love you

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

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

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

Set the fading light
for his hand to put the hoe down
Waiting for the, for the
Waiting for the