Luyện nghe bài hát Berlin

You grow to a big at one time
And your tracks lost line
The wartimes draw your away
To west, north, south, east,
And then cut you not for fun
Since '61 the still runs
To the political pride
To the cold war with you

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

Now you are bigger than
But decadence grows in soul
You spit that oil on our head
The clever get rich, the ones mad
In streets, in goes the race
The others come to their ways
countries where they are from
Are poor why are we rich

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