Luyện nghe bài hát Red Army blues

When I left my home and my
My mother to me
"Son, it's not how Germans you kill that counts
It's how people you set free"

So I my bags, brushed my cap
Walked out into the
Seventeen old
kissed a girl

Took the train to
That was as far as it go
Changed my sacks for a
Bit my lip against the

I for mother Russia
In the of '43
And as we the Germans back
I really that God was listening to me

We howled into
Tore the smoking down
Raised the red high
Burnt the brown

I saw my first
And he a lot like me
He had the same farmer's face
Said he'd come from some called Hazard, Tennessee

the war was over
My discharge came
Me and twenty others
Went to for the train

Kiev, said the
There your own way
I never got to
We never by home

Train north to the Taiga
We were and marched in file
Up the Siberian road
For and miles and miles and miles

Dressed in stripes and
In a gulag to die
All because Stalin was scared that
We'd become too

Used to love my
Used to be so
Used to that life was
The best song sung

I would have died for my
In
But now only one thing
But now one thing remains

But now only one thing
But now only one thing
The brute to survive