Luyện nghe bài hát Russians & Americans

So here we stand at the of 1984, bracing ourselves once again,
for the approaching is those who long before huddled in caves from
the rain.
The face is so hard 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 the weight of the world on your head.
and Americans,
tell me if it's true, you really believe all the that you've said,
the red-white-and-blue running the red.

>From the wars of Europe, the pilgrim fathers set off their hopes
and bond,
some down by the coast, others cross the mountains and into the
beyond.
>From the and dust of Muscovite streets,
merchants develop the routes,
and open the to the East.
Pioneer
by the cold breath 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 players push to the of the stage,
the world now watches each move that you make.

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

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

>From the streets of and Rome the voices still echo to crumbling walls.
Look to the past and remember that no empire rises that sooner or
fall.
Forever the changes we still to face,
some people say a country is more and idea 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 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.