Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They crossed over the border the hour before
Moving in lines through the day, most of our
destroyed on the ground where they lay waiting
For orders we held in the wood, word from the never came

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

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

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

And all that I was able 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 wings like an

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

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

Two Tigers on fire 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 lighting the to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the that bow to the ground
The old men and children they out to face us
can't 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 home, I'm coming home now you can taste
It in the wind, the war is over and I listen to the
Of the train wheels as we roll across the

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

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

Whispers the snow soon be coming
And I when I'll be home again
And the morning answers never and the evening
And the Russian skies go on forever