Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They crossed over the border the hour before
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 came

By evening the sound of the gunfire was away
Ah, softly we move the shadows, slip 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 fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the smoke on the
All summer they drove us through the Ukraine
and Viyasma soon fell, by autumn we stood
With our backs to the town of

Closer and closer to they come, riding the wind like a bell
Guderian stands at the crest of the hill, winter brought
With her the rains, 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 able to see the in the air
Glowing red the snow on the breeze
In the of Napoleon the shadow figures
Stagger through the winter falling back before the gates of
Standing in the wings an avenger

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

As stealing through the blackness of the night
You'll never know, you'll hear us
And the sings 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 flicker
souls to the wind, we wait in the lines for the final
Approach to begin, it's been almost four that
I've carried a gun at home it'll be spring

The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to
Ah, quickly we move through the that bow to the ground
The old men and children send out to face us
They slow us down and all that I ever was able to see

The eyes of the city are opening now it's the end of the
I'm coming home, I'm home now you can taste
It in the wind, the war is over and I listen to the
Of the train wheels as we across the border

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

Why I was taken the line and all the others?
To board a special and journey deep into the
Heart of holy and it's cold and damp in the transit camp
And the air is still and sullen and the sun of October

Whispers the snow soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be again
And the morning never and the evening sighs
And the Russian skies go on forever