Luyện nghe bài hát Roads Of Germany

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

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

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

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

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

On the of Germany
On the of Germany
are the roads of the 20th century
And there's blood and and leather
Mixed into concrete
When you're 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 asleep in some dappled sunlit glade
And I dream and in my I am lost and afraid
And it grows dark, it grows damp and I and I'm cold
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 and filth
And slithers on it's stinking slime while holds its breath
And its slow thighs, blank pitiless as the past
Reborn from its sleep, its hour come again at last
Slouches towards its own Jerusalem to be
And in my horror I myself in it as it passes
Familiar and repulsive and as old as man
philosophy of brutality, ignorance and hate
Buried deep in everyone to escape
And you must kill it before it kills you and everything in its
And I take my knife and I kill it, and it and then I wake
And I'm terrified and horrified and in mortal state
I toward the curbside of the 4 lane motorway
"Drive" I say and we drive and I stop shaking
But I can't thinking 'bout these dreams and revelations
Except it's not a dream real and it's of our own making
And not just Germany it's everywhere and the whole world is a-quaking
As we turn this road we all seem to be taking
And you can't help thinking things on the roads of Germany