Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They crossed over the 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, word from the front came

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

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

and closer to Moscow they come, riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian 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 while the sky filled snow

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

And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the
Coming upon their 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 the blackness of the night
You'll never know, never hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the is surely coming
The road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming

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

The flames of the Tigers are the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the
The old men and children they send out to us
They slow us down and all that I ever was able to see

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

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

Why I was taken from the and all the others?
To board a special train and deep into the
of holy 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 will soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be again
And the morning never and the evening sighs
And the steely Russian skies go on