Luyện nghe bài hát Russians & Americans

So here we stand at the edge of 1984, bracing once again,
for the storm approaching is those who long before huddled in 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 true, you really believe all the things 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.
Pioneer
choked by the cold of winter,
and by the heat of the day.

and Americans,
passing through the fire of revolution and 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 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 you choose to lose reason
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 and Rome the voices still echo to crumbling walls.
to the past and remember that no empire rises that sooner or later
fall.
Forever the we still have to face,
some people say a country is and idea than a place.
Though is safe,
we still choose the mark that we leave on the 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 of the world, better mind where you tread,
the of history are left where you step.

So here we at the edge of 1984.