Luyện nghe bài hát Roads Of Germany

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I'm walking in a Forest 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 shiver and I'm
And deep inside the forest something old
Stirs and shakes and awake and in it's putrid pit
It belches and it squirms in its own and filth
And slithers on it's stinking while everything holds its breath
And its thighs, blank eyes pitiless as the past
Reborn from its fitful sleep, its hour come again at
towards 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 of brutality, ignorance and hate
Buried in everyone waiting to escape
And you kill it before it kills you and everything in its wake
And I take my knife and I it, and it screams and then I wake
And I'm terrified and horrified and in this mortal
I toward the curbside of the 4 lane motorway
"Drive" I say and we drive and soon I shaking
But I can't stop thinking 'bout dreams and revelations
Except it's not a it's real and it's of our own making
And not just Germany it's everywhere and the whole world is a-quaking
As we onto this road we all seem to be taking
And you help thinking these things on the roads of Germany