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, from the front never came

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

Closer and closer to Moscow they come, riding the wind like a
General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill, winter
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 I ever was able to see the fire in the air
red silhouetting the snow on the breeze
In the of Napoleon the shadow figures
Stagger through the winter falling back the gates of Moscow
in the wings like an avenger

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

As we're through the blackness of the night
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 Tigers on fire in the flicker
Their souls to the wind, we wait in the for the final
Approach to begin, it's been almost four years
carried a gun at home it'll almost be spring

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

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

Why I was from the line and all the others?
To board a special train and journey deep 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 home
And the morning answers never and the evening
And the steely Russian go on forever