Luyện nghe bài hát Roads Of Germany

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

I'm driving on the road that Stalin next
more holes in Joe's than Adolf's
But would you expect
I what the Germans 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 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 got a Merc and Erich's got a tank
But that road only me to a concrete dead end trap

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

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

And I'm walking in a Black lane
And I step the trees 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 dark, it grows damp and I shiver 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 stinking slime while everything holds its breath
And its slow thighs, blank eyes as the past
from its fitful sleep, its hour come again at last
Slouches its own Jerusalem 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 kill it before it kills you and everything in its wake
And I my knife and I kill it, and it screams and then I wake
And I'm terrified and horrified and in this mortal
I stagger toward the of the 4 lane motorway
"Drive" I say and we drive and I stop shaking
But I can't stop thinking 'bout these and revelations
Except it's not a dream it's 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 this road we all seem to be taking
And you help thinking these things on the roads of Germany