Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

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

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

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

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, of mud filled 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
red silhouetting the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of the shadow figures
Stagger through the winter falling before the gates of Moscow
Standing in the like an avenger

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

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

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

The flames of the Tigers are lighting the to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins bow to the ground
The old men and children send out to face us
They slow us down and all that I ever 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 listen to the
Of the train wheels as we roll the border

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

Why I was taken from the and all the others?
To board a special train and journey deep the
of holy Russia and it's cold and damp in the transit camp
And the air is still and sullen and the pale sun of

the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder I'll be home again
And the answers never and the evening sighs
And the Russian skies go on forever