Luyện nghe bài hát Moscow Red

Dragging his feet down the track,
Hes a rifle on his back,
Marching in time, its like he
in Moscow Red.

Many a thousand that day,
A sea of red just like say,
Marching in time, its they said;

in Moscow Red.
Red. Men. Marching.
One. More. is down.

his feet across the land,
And over the hills and and sand,
We are not all in bed,
Draped in Red.

Singing all through the war,
Not quite sure we had in store,
Marching right on the line,
Draped in Red.

Red. Men. Marching.
One. More. is down.

Battling the wind and war,
How many died? They dont know,
paths they will tread,
Draped in Red.

Babies all through the night,
Blood never out of sight,
War-torn they were lead,
in Moscow Red.

Red. Men. Marching.
One. More. is down.

Red. Men. Marching.
One. More. is down.