Luyện nghe bài hát Berlin

You to a big town at one time
And then your tracks lost
The draw your heart away
To west, north, south, east,
And then cut you not for fun
Since '61 the wound runs
To the political pride
To heat the 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 than before
But grows in your soul
You spit oil straight on our head
The get rich, the weak ones mad
In streets, in goes the race
The others to find their ways
These countries they are from
Are why are we rich here

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