Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

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

By evening the sound of the gunfire was away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, away
Through the trees 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 red silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back the Ukraine
and Viyasma soon fell, by autumn we stood
With our to the town of Orel

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

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

And far away behind their lines the are stirring in the forest
Coming upon 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 never know, you'll hear us
And the evening in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning road to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming

Two broken Tigers on fire in the night
Their souls to the wind, we in the lines for the final
Approach to begin, been almost four years that
I've carried a gun at home almost be spring

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

The eyes of the 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 wheels as we roll across the border

And now they ask me of the that I was caught
Behind lines and taken prisoner
"They only 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 train and deep into the
Heart of holy Russia and it's and damp in the transit camp
And the air is and sullen and the pale sun of October

the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder I'll be home again
And the answers never and the evening sighs
And the steely Russian skies go on