Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They crossed over the the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day, of our planes
Were destroyed on the ground they lay waiting
For orders we held in the wood, word from the front came

By the sound 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 ever was to see

The fire in the air glowing red 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 town of

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

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

And far away their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You'll never know, never know
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 never us
And the sings in a voice 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
Their souls to the wind, we wait in the for the final
to begin, it's been almost four years that
I've carried a gun at 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 of the city are opening 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 to the clicking
Of the train wheels as we across the border

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

Why I was taken from the 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 soon be
And I wonder when be home again
And the morning answers never and the evening
And the steely Russian go on forever