Luyện nghe bài hát Russians & Americans

So we stand at the edge of 1984, bracing ourselves once again,
for the storm approaching is those who before huddled in caves from
the rain.
The enemy's face is so to see,
it seems that I see him in you,
in me.
Who can it be?
No use consulting the and leaders,
all disagree.

and Americans,
here's a song for you, who carry the of the world on your head.
and Americans,
tell me if true, you really believe all the things that you've said,
the running into the red.

>From the wars of Europe, the pilgrim fathers set off with their
and bond,
some down by the coast, others cross the mountains and into the
beyond.
>From the scramble and dust of streets,
merchants develop the routes,
and the Door to the East.
Pioneer
choked by the cold of winter,
and baked by the of the day.

and Americans,
passing through the fire of revolution and of age.
and Americans,
driven by desire, two push to the front of the stage,
the whole world now watches move that you make.

Two runners in the thrill of the race,
the finishing line is as far as the that the satellites chase,
why the pace?
Why does it seem that you choose to reason
losing face?

and Americans,
driven by the past, the third world in the shadows you cast.
and Americans,
can turn the world to dust, so much to for, so much undiscussed,
so much in and so little trust.

the streets of Athens and Rome the voices still echo to crumbling walls.
Look to the and remember that no empire rises that sooner or later
fall.
Forever the changes we have to face,
people say a country is more and idea than a place.
Though is safe,
we still choose the mark we leave on the open canvas of space.

and Americans,
maybe you should see into the of the world, not it's head.
and Americans,
if you want to be the beat of the world, mind where you tread,
the of history are left where you step.

So we stand at the edge of 1984.