Luyện nghe bài hát Fairwell to Pripchat

It was a in april 1986,
The day that begun,
When the dust it fell down on our and streets,
And entered our at noon,
Touched the grass and trees, bicycyles,
Beds, and picture frames too,
We around helpless, confused,
Nobody knew to do.

At two o'clock on the buses arrived,
A fleet of a or more,
We were to be on our way,
Not knowing what lay in ,
Some of our fled in dismay,
And looked for a good to hide,
four o'clock came and the last bus pulled out,
T'was the day that our town died.

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And the shirts, sheets and hankerchiefs in the wind,
On the ledge the withering plants,
And the ladas and volgas are by the door,
And the in it's usual stance.
Our tree lies withered and drooped,
poisoned our fertile land,
The streets speak a silence,
stirs but the sand.

A visit home is so eerie today,
A pompei in view,
To see all the old ond the forest hotel,
And the promyet too.
The we gathered all left behind,
Our photos and and cards,
The of our children untouchable now,
Toy soldiers standing on guard.

So fare thee well pripchat, my and my soul,
Your can know no relief.
A terrifying of the future you show,
Your children all like geese,
The clothes lines still sways but the owners gone.
As the era returns,
The questions in black and white into grey,
The is too easy to learn.

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