Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

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

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

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

Closer and closer to Moscow they come, riding the wind a bell
General stands 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 the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of the shadow figures
through the winter falling back before the gates of Moscow
Standing in the wings like an

And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, like a promise
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 never know, you'll 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 broken on fire in the night flicker
souls to the wind, we wait in the lines for the final
Approach to begin, it's almost four years that
I've carried a gun at home almost be spring

The flames of the are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they out to face us
They can't slow us down and all that I ever was 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 as we roll across the border

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

Why I was taken from the line and all the
To board a special train and journey deep the
Heart of holy Russia and cold and damp in the transit camp
And the air is and sullen and the pale sun of October

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