Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

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

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

I couldn't believe it, isn't it
It's not art, it's it, it captures him
He has to it back, it's a power struggle, self-defense
not art, not art, are these your coins? Oh, yeah

Did you sit down? Are you No, I'm cold
I mean, yes, grainy, I was of something else
Pretty cold, no, don't sound like you're
It sort of say it

There are mountains nearby, you're moving through the night
I can tell and grainy, I can hear the coins dropping on them
down to or pass 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 beauty scrutiny
That's a true definition of it, I could tell it was
Before I saw it and I pressed through

The tourists swimming, through
The pins to see and I couldn't see you
Could say one more silent
Pressing through the graininess of

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

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

There is a man, in a field
Leans on his hoe, stares the furrows
on his fingers, one more endless flight
Of the inarticulate soul he borrows

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

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