Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They crossed over the border the 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, from the front never came

By evening the sound of the was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip
Through the trees crossing their 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
and Viyasma soon fell, by autumn we stood
With our backs to the of Orel

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

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

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

As we're stealing through the blackness of the
You'll never know, you'll hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely
The morning 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 lines for the
to begin, it's been almost four years that
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 that bow to the ground
The old men and they send 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 to the clicking
Of the train wheels as we roll across the

And now they ask me of the that I was caught
Behind their 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 the line and all the others?
To board a special train and journey into the
of holy Russia and it's cold and damp in the transit camp
And the air is still and and the pale sun of October

Whispers the snow will be coming
And I wonder when I'll be home
And the answers never and the evening sighs
And the steely skies go on forever