Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They over the border the hour before dawn
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 from the front came

By evening the of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, we move through the shadows, slip away
the trees crossing 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 drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viyasma soon fell, by we stood
our backs to the town of Orel

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

And all I ever was able to see the fire in the air
Glowing red silhouetting the on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow
Stagger through the winter falling before the gates of Moscow
in the wings like an avenger

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

As we're stealing 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 leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming

Two broken Tigers on fire in the 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 children they out to face us
They can't slow us down and all that I ever was to see

The eyes of the 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 listen to the
Of the train as we roll across the border

And now ask me of the time that I was caught
Behind 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 from the line and all the others?
To board a special train and deep into the
Heart of holy Russia and it's cold and 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 be home again
And the morning answers never and the evening
And the Russian skies go on forever