Luyện nghe bài hát Roads Of Germany

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

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

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

I'm on Konrad's Autobahn
Konrad's got a Beetle and Ludwig a
And Willy's got a Merc and 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 ends 'cos too busy beginning

On the roads of
On the roads of
These are the roads of the century
And there's blood and steel and
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 trees for to get leafy shade
And I fall asleep in some dappled sunlit
And I dream and in my dream I am and afraid
And it grows dark, it grows damp and I and I'm cold
And deep the forest something obscenely old
Stirs and shakes and comes awake and in 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, eyes pitiless 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 myself in it as it passes
Familiar and and as old as mortal man
This philosophy of brutality, and hate
Buried deep in waiting to escape
And you must it before 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 toward the curbside of the 4 motorway
"Drive" I say and we drive and I stop shaking
But I can't stop thinking 'bout dreams and revelations
Except not a dream it's real and it's of our own making
And it's not just it's everywhere and the whole world is a-quaking
As we turn onto this road we all seem to be
And you can't thinking these things on the roads of Germany