Luyện nghe bài hát Russians & Americans

So here we stand at the edge of 1984, bracing ourselves again,
for the storm approaching is those who long before 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 really believe all the things you've said,
the red-white-and-blue into the red.

>From the wars of Europe, the pilgrim fathers set off with hopes
and bond,
some settled by the coast, others cross the mountains and into the
beyond.
>From the scramble and dust of streets,
develop the trade routes,
and the Door to the East.
Pioneer
choked by the breath 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 each move that you make.

Two runners in the thrill of the race,
the finishing line is as far as the stars the satellites chase,
why quicken the
Why it seem that you choose to lose reason
before losing

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

>From the streets of Athens and Rome the voices still echo to walls.
Look to the past and remember that no empire rises sooner or later
fall.
Forever the changes we have to face,
some people say a country is and idea than a place.
nothing is safe,
we choose the mark that we leave on the open canvas of space.

and Americans,
maybe you should see into the heart of the world, not head.
and Americans,
if you want to be the of the world, better mind where you tread,
the footsteps of are left where you step.

So here we stand at the of 1984.