Luyện nghe bài hát Roads Of Germany

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

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

On the roads of
On the roads of
are the roads of the 20th century
And there's blood and and leather
Mixed that concrete
When you're riding on the roads of high

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

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

On the roads of
On the roads of
These are the of the 20th century
And blood and steel and leather
Mixed that concrete
When riding on the roads of high Germany

And I'm walking in a Black lane
And I step into the for to get some leafy shade
And I fall in some dappled 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 forest something old
and shakes and comes awake and in it's putrid pit
It and it squirms in its own dirt and filth
And slithers on it's stinking while everything holds its breath
And its slow thighs, blank eyes pitiless as the
from its fitful sleep, its hour come again at last
Slouches towards its own Jerusalem to be
And in my horror I recognise in it as it passes
Familiar and and as old as mortal man
This 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 take my knife and I it, and it screams and then I wake
And I'm terrified and and in this mortal state
I stagger the curbside of the 4 lane motorway
"Drive" I say and we drive and soon I stop
But I can't stop thinking 'bout these and revelations
Except not a dream it's real and it's of our own making
And it's not just Germany it's everywhere and the 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