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 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 carry the weight of the on your head.
and Americans,
tell me if it's true, you believe all the things that you've said,
the red-white-and-blue running the red.

>From the wars of Europe, the pilgrim fathers set off with hopes
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.
Pioneer
choked by the cold of winter,
and by the heat of the day.

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

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

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

the streets of Athens and Rome the voices still echo to crumbling walls.
Look to the past and remember that no empire rises sooner or later
fall.
Forever the we still have to face,
some people say a is more and idea than a place.
Though is safe,
we still choose the mark that we leave on the open of space.

and Americans,
maybe you see into 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 here we at the edge of 1984.