Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Russia

Mother how are you sleeping?
Middle cold winds blow
From the trees the drifting
Swirling round like in the snow

Mother poetry majestic
Tells the of a great empire
Turning round the old man
an age gone by

Mother dance of the Tsars
up your heads and be proud of what you are
Now it has freedom at last
Turning the tides of history and your

Russia dance of the Tsars
Hold up heads and remember who you are
Can you release the anger the
Can you be now your people are free?