Luyện nghe bài hát Moscow Red

Dragging his right down the track,
Hes carrying a on his back,
in time, its like he said;
Draped in Red.

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

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

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

songs all through the war,
Not quite what we had in store,
right on down the line,
Draped in Red.

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

Battling through the and war,
How many died? They dont know,
War-torn paths will tread,
in Moscow Red.

Babies cried all the night,
Blood runs out of sight,
War-torn paths they lead,
Draped in Red.

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

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