Luyện nghe bài hát Comrade

Little little smokes
And oblivion in a wool
In a door opens
a wall where the wind is born
Near the garden
saints and angels
Are of the seasons
The have no names
They are the or the years
I stroll
Dressed in a overcoat
And a hat of black
I remember
If nice out
I walk
And I walking

Every in a while I tell myself
time to stop
And I continue
I myself
I to get some air
I to look at the clouds
And breathe in a full
I have to see the fly
And a little exercise
I shouldn't so much
I tell also

I myself again
I have a
My is a drop of water on my eyelid
And I'm no longer

The are songs
And the days
I no longer have one shred of respect for
But I see no
Who the same cigarettes as me
And who are as stupid as me
I'm pretty
Without really why
It suffice to speak of the sun
The
The sea and
Blood hands
It is quite often
To speak of things
We know that there are very countries
With very men
With no less women,
But all isn't really sufficient
But void
Which rings and
Makes the bow
We and we see
Again other things
Which are always the


And there simply
Someone by
Simple as
And everything starts all over again
I in the stars the good will of my friends
In a I love one hand
I the flowers sing
There are the goodbyes of
A cry falls a fruit
My God my god
I be accordingly always the same
My head in my
And my in my head