Luyện nghe bài hát Red Army blues

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

So I my bags, brushed my cap
Walked out the world
Seventeen old
Never kissed a

the train to Voronezh
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 believed that God was to me

We howled into
the smoking buildings down
Raised the red flag
Burnt the brown

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

the war was over
My discharge papers
Me and twenty others
to Stettiner for the train

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

Train went north to the
We stripped and marched in file
Up the great road
For miles and miles and and miles

in stripes and tatters
In a gulag to die
All because Comrade was scared that
We'd too westernized

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

I would have for my country
In
But now only one thing
But now only one thing

But now only one thing
But now one thing remains
The brute will to