Luyện nghe bài hát Vladimir Vladimir

I wouldn't it dark, one spade, three spades
I wouldn't call it light either, four 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 meeting asked me
If I would like to the conductor of their choir

I couldn't believe it, isn't it
It's not art, 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 of something else
Pretty cold, no, don't sound you're reading
It just of say it

There are nearby, like you're moving through the night
I can tell and it's grainy, I can the coins 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 beauty without scrutiny
That's a true of it, I could tell it was beautiful
Before I even saw it and I pressed

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 longing forward to see you
Now, let the music for a while
Grainy, grainy, this time I to say I love you

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

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

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

Set against the fading
Waiting for his to put the hoe down
for the, waiting for the
Waiting for the