Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

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

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

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

Closer and closer to Moscow come, riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian at the crest of the hill, winter brought
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
Glowing red silhouetting the on the breeze
In the footsteps of the shadow figures
Stagger through the winter falling back before the of Moscow
in the wings like an avenger

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

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

Two broken Tigers on fire in the flicker
Their 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 almost be spring

The flames of the Tigers are lighting the to Berlin
Ah, quickly we through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they out to face us
They can't slow us 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 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 the border

And now they ask me of the that I was caught
Behind their lines and prisoner
"They held 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 the line and all the others?
To board a special 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 sun of October

Whispers the snow will soon be
And I wonder I'll be home again
And the morning answers never and the evening
And the steely Russian go on forever