Luyện nghe bài hát Roads Of Germany

I'm driving on the road that Hitler
I'm driving on the that Hitler built
This is the place history stopped to shit
And I'm driving on the road Hitler built

I'm driving on the road that built next
There's more in Joe's than Adolf's
But what you expect
I what the Germans did
To from history's nest
And I'm driving on the road that Stalin next

On the of Germany
On the roads of
These are the roads of the century
And there's blood and steel and
Mixed into that
you're riding on the roads of high Germany

I'm on Konrad's Autobahn
Konrad's got a Beetle and a Trabant
And Willy's got a Merc and Erich's got a
But that only took me to a concrete dead end trap

We're driving on the that never ends
All roads lead to exit signs and then start again
And Helmut's building on the wheel of history as it
And history never ends 'cos too busy beginning

On the roads of
On the of Germany
These are the roads of the century
And there's blood and steel and
into that concrete
When you're riding on the of high Germany

And I'm walking in a Forest lane
And I step the trees for to get some leafy shade
And I fall asleep in some dappled glade
And I and in my dream I am lost and afraid
And it grows dark, it grows damp and I shiver and I'm
And inside the forest something obscenely old
and shakes and comes awake and in it's putrid pit
It belches and it squirms in its own dirt and
And slithers on stinking slime while everything holds its breath
And its slow thighs, eyes pitiless as the past
Reborn its fitful sleep, its hour come again at last
Slouches its own Jerusalem to be re-cast
And in my horror I myself in it as it passes
Familiar and repulsive and as old as man
philosophy of brutality, ignorance and hate
Buried deep in everyone to escape
And you must kill it before it kills you and in its wake
And I my knife and I kill it, and it screams and then I wake
And I'm terrified and horrified and in this state
I stagger toward the of the 4 lane motorway
"Drive" I say and we and soon I stop shaking
But I can't stop thinking 'bout these and revelations
it's not a dream it's real and it's of our own making
And it's not Germany it's everywhere and the whole world is a-quaking
As we onto this road we all seem to be taking
And you can't help thinking these on the roads of Germany