Luyện nghe bài hát Russians & Americans

So here we stand at the edge of 1984, bracing once again,
for the storm approaching is 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 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 fathers set off with their hopes
and bond,
some settled down by the coast, cross the mountains and into the
beyond.
>From the scramble and of Muscovite streets,
merchants the trade routes,
and open the 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 players to the front of the stage,
the whole world now each move that you make.

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

and Americans,
driven by the past, the third moves in the shadows you cast.
and Americans,
can turn the world to dust, so much to live for, so undiscussed,
so much in common and so 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 or later
fall.
Forever the changes we still to face,
some people say a country is more and idea a place.
Though is safe,
we still choose the 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 beat of the world, better where you tread,
the footsteps of history are where you step.

So we stand at the edge of 1984.