Luyện nghe bài hát Russians & Americans

So we stand at the edge 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,
it seems that I see him in you,
in me.
Who can it be?
No use consulting the 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 things 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,
settled down by the coast, others cross the mountains and into the
beyond.
>From the scramble and of Muscovite streets,
merchants develop the routes,
and open the 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 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 line is as far as the stars that the satellites chase,
why quicken the
Why does it seem that you choose to reason
before face?

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 for, so much 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 that sooner or
fall.
Forever the we still have to face,
some people say a is more and idea than a place.
nothing is safe,
we still the mark that 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 of the world, better mind where you tread,
the footsteps of are left where you step.

So we stand at the edge of 1984.