Luyện nghe bài hát Roads Of Germany

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

I'm driving on the that Stalin built next
There's holes in Joe's than Adolf's
But what would you
I wonder the Germans did
To fall from history's
And I'm driving on the road that Stalin built

On the of Germany
On the of Germany
These are the of the 20th century
And there's and steel and leather
into that concrete
When you're riding on the roads of high

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

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

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

And I'm walking in a Black lane
And I step the trees for to get some leafy shade
And I fall asleep in some sunlit glade
And I dream and in my dream I am and afraid
And it grows dark, it grows and I shiver and I'm cold
And deep inside the something obscenely old
Stirs and shakes and 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, blank eyes as the past
Reborn from its fitful sleep, its come again at last
towards its own Jerusalem to be re-cast
And in my horror I recognise in it as it passes
Familiar and and as old as mortal man
This philosophy of brutality, and hate
Buried in everyone waiting to escape
And you must it before it kills you and everything in its wake
And I take my knife and I it, and it screams and then I wake
And I'm terrified and horrified and in this state
I toward the curbside of the 4 lane motorway
"Drive" I say and we drive and soon I shaking
But I can't stop thinking these dreams and revelations
Except it's not a it's real and it's of our own making
And it's not just Germany it's and the whole world is a-quaking
As we turn onto this road we all seem to be
And you help thinking these things on the roads of Germany