Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

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

By evening the of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip
Through the trees crossing their lines in the in
The fields on our hands and our 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 through the
Smolensk and Viyasma soon fell, by we stood
With our backs to the of Orel

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

And all that I was able to see the fire in the air
Glowing red silhouetting the snow on the
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow
through the winter falling back before the gates of Moscow
Standing in the like an avenger

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

As we're stealing through the blackness of the
You'll never know, never 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 Tigers on in the night flicker
souls to the wind, we wait in the lines for the final
Approach to begin, been almost four years that
I've carried a gun at home it'll almost be

The flames of the Tigers are lighting the to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins bow to the ground
The old men and children 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 and I listen to the clicking
Of the train wheels as we across the border

And now they ask me of the time that I was
Behind lines and taken 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 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 soon be coming
And I wonder when be home again
And the morning answers never and the sighs
And the Russian skies go on forever