Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They crossed over the border the hour dawn
Moving in lines through the day, of our planes
destroyed on the ground where they lay waiting
For orders we in the wood, word from the front never came

By evening the sound of the was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip
Through the trees their lines in the mists in
The fields on our hands and our knees and all I ever was able to see

The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the smoke on the
All summer they us back through the Ukraine
and Viyasma soon fell, by autumn we stood
With our backs to the of Orel

Closer and closer to Moscow come, riding the wind like a bell
General stands at the crest of the hill, winter brought
With her the rains, oceans of mud the roads gluing
The tracks of their tanks to the ground the sky filled with snow

And all that I ever was to see the fire in the air
Glowing red the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow
Stagger through the winter falling before the gates of Moscow
Standing in the like an avenger

And far away behind their the partisans are stirring in the forest
unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You'll never know, you'll know
way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us

As we're stealing through the blackness of the
You'll never know, you'll never us
And the evening in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning road to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming

Two broken Tigers on fire in the flicker
Their souls to the wind, we in the lines for the final
Approach to begin, been almost four years that
I've carried a gun at home it'll almost be

The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to
Ah, quickly we move through the that bow to the ground
The old men and children they send out to us
They can't slow us down and all that I was able to see

The eyes of the are opening now it's the end of the dream
I'm coming home, I'm coming home now you can
It in the wind, the war is over and I to the clicking
Of the train wheels as we roll across the

And now they ask me of the time that I was
Behind their lines and prisoner
"They only held me for a day, a break", I say
They and listen closer, I'll never know, I'll never know

Why I was taken the line and all the others?
To a special train and journey deep into the
Heart of holy Russia and it's and damp in the transit camp
And the air is still and sullen and the sun of October

Whispers the snow soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be home
And the morning answers never and the evening
And the steely Russian go on forever