Luyện nghe bài hát Roads Of Germany

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

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

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

I'm on Konrad's Autobahn
Konrad's got a and Ludwig a Trabant
And got a Merc 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 lead to exit signs and they start again
And Helmut's building on the wheel of history as it
And history ends 'cos it's too busy beginning

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

And I'm walking in a Black Forest
And I step into the trees for to get some leafy
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 damp and I shiver and I'm
And deep inside the forest obscenely old
and shakes and comes awake and in it's putrid pit
It belches and it in its own dirt and filth
And slithers on it's stinking slime while everything its breath
And its slow thighs, blank eyes pitiless as the
Reborn from its fitful sleep, its hour come again at
Slouches its own Jerusalem to be re-cast
And in my horror I recognise myself in it as it
Familiar and and as old as mortal man
This philosophy of brutality, 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 and I kill it, and it screams and then I wake
And I'm terrified and and in this mortal state
I stagger toward the curbside of the 4 motorway
"Drive" I say and we and soon I stop shaking
But I can't stop thinking 'bout these and revelations
Except it's not a dream it's real and 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 to be taking
And you can't thinking these things on the roads of Germany