Luyện nghe bài hát Roads Of Germany

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

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

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

I'm on Konrad's Autobahn
Konrad's got a 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 signs and then they again
And Helmut's building on the wheel of history as it
And history never ends 'cos it's too beginning

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

And I'm walking in a Black lane
And I step into the for to get some leafy shade
And I asleep in some dappled sunlit glade
And I dream and in my dream I am and afraid
And it grows dark, it grows damp and I shiver and I'm
And deep inside the something obscenely old
Stirs and and comes awake and in it's putrid pit
It belches and it squirms in its own dirt and
And on it's stinking slime while everything holds its breath
And its slow thighs, blank pitiless as the past
Reborn from its fitful sleep, its hour come again at
towards its own Jerusalem to be re-cast
And in my horror I recognise myself in it as it
and repulsive and as old as mortal man
This philosophy of brutality, ignorance and
Buried deep in everyone to escape
And you kill it before it kills you and everything in its wake
And I take my knife and I kill it, and it screams and then I
And I'm and horrified and in this mortal state
I stagger toward the curbside of the 4 motorway
"Drive" I say and we drive and soon I shaking
But I stop thinking 'bout these dreams and revelations
Except it's not a dream it's real and of our own making
And it's not just Germany everywhere and the whole world is a-quaking
As we turn onto this road we all to be taking
And you can't help thinking these on the roads of Germany