Luyện nghe bài hát Russians & Americans

So here we stand at the of 1984, bracing ourselves once again,
for the storm approaching is those who long huddled in caves from
the rain.
The face 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 for you, who carry 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 into the red.

>From the of Europe, the pilgrim fathers set off with their hopes
and bond,
settled down by the coast, others cross the mountains and into the
beyond.
>From the scramble and dust of streets,
merchants develop the routes,
and open the to the East.
waves
choked by the breath of winter,
and baked by the of the day.

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

Two runners caught in the of the race,
the finishing is as far as the stars that the satellites chase,
why quicken the
Why does it seem that you choose to lose
losing face?

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

>From the streets of Athens and the voices still echo to crumbling 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 more and idea a place.
Though 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 of history are left where you step.

So we stand at the edge of 1984.