Luyện nghe bài hát Berlin

You grow to a big town at one
And then your tracks line
The draw your heart away
To west, north, south, east,
And they cut you not for fun
Since '61 the still runs
To save the political
To heat the cold war you

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

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

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