Luyện nghe bài hát Berlin

You grow to a big at one time
And then your tracks lost
The wartimes your heart away
To west, north, south, east,
And they cut you not for fun
Since '61 the wound runs
To save the pride
To heat the cold war you

Berlin, a or the westworld's eye
I love, cannot deny
You boil too til you dry
Anytime dry

Now you are bigger than
But decadence in your soul
You that oil straight on our head
The get rich, the weak ones mad
In streets, in goes the race
The others come to find their
countries where they are from
Are why are we rich here

Berlin, a suburb or the eye
I love, cannot deny
You boil too til you dry
And I fly