Luyện nghe bài hát Roads Of Germany

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

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

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

I'm cruising on Konrad's
Konrad's got a Beetle and Ludwig a
And got a Merc and Erich's got a tank
But that only took me to a concrete dead end trap

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

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

And I'm walking in a Black Forest
And I step the trees for to get some leafy shade
And I fall asleep in some dappled sunlit
And I and in my dream I am lost and afraid
And it grows dark, it grows damp and I and I'm cold
And deep inside the forest something old
Stirs and and comes awake and in it's putrid pit
It belches and it squirms in its own dirt and
And slithers on it's stinking while everything holds its breath
And its slow thighs, blank pitiless as the past
Reborn from its fitful sleep, its hour come at last
Slouches towards its own to be re-cast
And in my I recognise myself in it as it passes
and repulsive and as old as mortal man
This philosophy of brutality, and hate
Buried in everyone waiting to escape
And you must kill it it kills you and everything in its wake
And I take my knife and I kill it, and it 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 and soon I stop shaking
But I can't stop thinking these dreams and revelations
Except it's not a dream it's real and it's of our own
And it's not just it's everywhere and the whole world is a-quaking
As we turn onto this road we all to be taking
And you help thinking these things on the roads of Germany