Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They over 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 held in the wood, from the front never came

By evening the sound of the was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip
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 in the air glowing red silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viyasma soon fell, by autumn we
With our backs to the of Orel

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

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

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

As stealing through the blackness of the night
never know, you'll never hear 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 Tigers on fire in the night flicker
souls to the wind, we wait in the lines for the final
Approach to begin, it's been almost four years
I've carried a gun at home it'll almost be

The flames of the are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the that 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 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 listen to the
Of the wheels as we roll across the border

And now ask me of the time that I was caught
Behind their lines and taken
"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 the line and all the others?
To board a special train and deep into the
Heart of holy Russia and it's and damp in the transit 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 answers never and the sighs
And the steely Russian go on forever