Luyện nghe bài hát Russians & Americans

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

and Americans,
here's a song for you, who carry the weight of the world on head.
and Americans,
tell me if it's true, you believe all the things that you've said,
the red-white-and-blue running the red.

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

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

Two runners caught in the of the race,
the finishing line is as far as the stars 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 to live for, so much undiscussed,
so much in common and so trust.

>From the streets of Athens and Rome the voices still to crumbling walls.
Look to the past and remember that no empire rises that sooner or
fall.
Forever the we still have to face,
some people say a country is more and idea a place.
Though is safe,
we still the mark that 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 of the world, better mind where you tread,
the footsteps of history are where you step.

So here we at the edge of 1984.