Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

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

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

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

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

And all that I ever was able to see the in the air
red silhouetting the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of the shadow figures
Stagger the winter falling back before the gates of Moscow
Standing in the wings like an

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

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

Two Tigers on fire in the night flicker
Their souls to the wind, we wait in the lines for the
Approach to begin, it's been four years that
carried a gun at home it'll almost be spring

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

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

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

Why I was taken from the line and all the
To board a special and journey deep into the
Heart of Russia and it's cold and damp in the transit camp
And the air is and sullen and the pale sun of October

Whispers the snow will be coming
And I wonder when be home again
And the morning answers and the evening sighs
And the steely skies go on forever