Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They crossed over the border the before dawn
in lines through the day, most of our planes
Were destroyed on the ground where they lay
For orders we held in the wood, word from the front never

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

The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the on the breeze
All they drove 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, 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 ever was to see the fire in the air
Glowing red silhouetting the snow on the
In the footsteps of Napoleon the figures
Stagger the winter falling back before the gates of Moscow
Standing in the wings like an

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

As we're stealing through the blackness of the
You'll know, you'll never hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the is surely coming
The morning leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly 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 four years that
I've a gun at home it'll almost be spring

The flames of the Tigers are the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the
The old men and they send out to face us
They can't slow us down and all that I ever was to see

The eyes of the city are now it's the end of the dream
I'm coming home, I'm coming 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
their lines and taken prisoner
"They only held me for a day, a break", I say
turn and listen closer, I'll never know, I'll never know

Why I was from the line and all the others?
To board a special train and journey 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 soon be
And I wonder when I'll be home
And the morning answers never and the sighs
And the Russian skies go on forever