Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They crossed over the border the before dawn
Moving in lines through the day, most of our
Were destroyed on the ground they lay waiting
For orders we held in the wood, word from the front came

By the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip
Through the crossing their lines in the mists in
The fields on our hands and our knees and all that I was able to see

The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the on the breeze
All summer they drove us through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viyasma soon fell, by we stood
With our backs to the of Orel

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

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
Standing in the wings an avenger

And far away behind lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You'll know, you'll never 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, you'll never us
And the evening in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning road to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming

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

The flames of the Tigers are lighting the to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and they send out to face us
They can't slow us and all that I ever 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 over and I to the clicking
Of the train wheels as we across the border

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

Why I was from the line 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 and sullen and the pale sun of October

Whispers the will soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be again
And the morning answers and the evening sighs
And the Russian skies go on forever