Luyện nghe bài hát Forty Years

On the tenth anniversary of the end of War Two

Here in Berlin, line up to get in
To wait for the end, in glorious sin
They've looked around and now is no looking back
To when ran red, now it's the sky that grows black
Shadows are cast as two giants roam the earth
We light a match, but what is that little flame

Once allies and sang
But it was years ago

Here in D.C., talk about 'Euro-disease'
And how the French are always so damn hard to
Motions are passed in Brussels but no one
And no one tall, but no one gets down on their knees

allies laughed and drank
But it was years ago

Where I come from, they don't Americans much
They they're so loud, so tasteless and so out of touch
Stiff upper lips are curled permanent sneers
Self-satisfied, the next forty years

Once cried and cheered
But it was years ago