Luyện nghe bài hát Roads Of Germany

I'm driving on the road that built
I'm driving on the road that built
This is the place where stopped to shit
And I'm driving on the that Hitler built

I'm driving on the road that built next
There's more holes in Joe's than
But what you expect
I what the Germans did
To fall history's nest
And I'm driving on the road Stalin built next

On the of Germany
On the of Germany
are the roads of the 20th century
And there's and steel and leather
Mixed into that
When you're riding on the roads of high

I'm cruising on Konrad's
Konrad's got a and Ludwig a Trabant
And Willy's got a Merc and got a tank
But road only took me to a concrete dead end trap

We're on the road that never ends
All roads to exit signs and then they start again
And Helmut's building on the of history as it spins
And never ends 'cos it's too busy beginning

On the roads of
On the roads of
These are the roads of the century
And there's and steel and leather
Mixed into concrete
When riding on the roads of high Germany

And I'm walking in a Black lane
And I step into the for to get some leafy shade
And I asleep in some dappled sunlit glade
And I dream and in my I am lost and afraid
And it grows dark, it damp and I shiver and I'm cold
And deep inside the forest something old
Stirs and shakes and comes and in it's putrid pit
It belches and it squirms in its own dirt and
And slithers on it's stinking while everything holds its breath
And its slow thighs, blank eyes as the past
Reborn from its fitful sleep, its hour again at last
Slouches its own Jerusalem to be re-cast
And in my I recognise myself in it as it passes
Familiar and and as old as mortal man
This philosophy of brutality, ignorance and
Buried deep in everyone to escape
And you must kill it before it kills you and everything in its
And I take my knife and I kill it, and it screams and I wake
And I'm and horrified and in this mortal state
I stagger the curbside of the 4 lane motorway
"Drive" I say and we and soon I stop shaking
But I can't stop thinking 'bout these dreams and
Except it's not a it's real and it's of our own making
And it's not just Germany it's and the whole world is a-quaking
As we turn onto this road we all seem to be
And you can't help thinking these things on the of Germany