Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They over the border the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day, most of our
Were destroyed on the where they lay waiting
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 the shadows, slip away
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 in the air glowing red silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
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 Moscow they come, riding the like a bell
General stands at the crest of the hill, winter brought
her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads gluing
The tracks of their tanks to the while the sky filled with snow

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

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

As we're stealing through the of the night
never know, you'll never hear us
And the evening in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming

Two broken on fire in the night flicker
Their souls to the wind, we wait in the for the final
Approach to begin, it's been four years that
carried a gun at home it'll almost be spring

The flames of the are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and they send out to face us
They can't slow us down and all that I was able to see

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

And now they ask me of the time that I was
Behind lines and taken prisoner
"They only me for a day, a lucky 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 a special train and journey deep into the
Heart of 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 answers never and the evening sighs
And the steely skies go on forever