Luyện nghe bài hát Russians & Americans

So here we at the edge of 1984, bracing ourselves once again,
for the storm is those who long before huddled in caves from
the rain.
The enemy's face is so to see,
sometimes it seems 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 true, you really believe all the things that you've said,
the red-white-and-blue into the red.

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

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

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

and Americans,
driven by the past, the third moves in the shadows you cast.
and Americans,
can turn the 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 and remember that no empire rises that 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 still choose the mark we leave on the open canvas of space.

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

So we stand at the edge of 1984.