Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They over the border the hour before dawn
Moving in lines the day, most of our planes
Were on the ground where they lay waiting
For orders we held in the wood, word from the front came

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

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

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

And all that I ever was to see the fire in the air
Glowing red silhouetting the on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the figures
through 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 their outposts, growing like a
You'll never know, 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, never 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 broken Tigers on in the night flicker
Their to the wind, we wait in the lines for the final
Approach to begin, been almost four years that
I've a gun at home it'll almost be spring

The flames of the Tigers are the road 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 of the city 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 as we roll across the border

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

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

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