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 ground where they lay
For orders we held in the wood, word from the front came

By evening the sound of the gunfire was away
Ah, we move through the shadows, slip away
the trees crossing 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 on the breeze
All summer drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viyasma soon fell, by autumn we
With our to the town of Orel

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

And all that I ever was to see the fire in the air
Glowing red 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 wings like an

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

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

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

The flames of the are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move the ruins 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 ever was to see

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

And now they ask me of the time that I was
Behind lines and taken prisoner
"They only 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 camp
And the air is still and sullen and the pale sun of

Whispers the snow will be coming
And I wonder when be home again
And the morning never and the evening sighs
And the Russian skies go on forever