Luyện nghe bài hát Roads to Moscow

They crossed over the border the before dawn
Moving in lines the day, most of our planes
destroyed on the ground where they lay waiting
For orders we in the wood, word from the front never came

By evening the sound of the gunfire was away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip
Through the trees their lines in the mists in
The fields on our hands and our knees and all I ever was able to see

The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the on the breeze
All summer they drove us through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viyasma fell, by autumn we stood
With our backs to the of Orel

Closer and closer to they come, riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian at the crest of the hill, winter brought
her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads gluing
The tracks of their tanks to the ground the sky filled with snow

And all that I was able to see the fire in the air
Glowing red the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the figures
Stagger through the winter falling back before the gates of
Standing in the wings an avenger

And far away behind lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You'll never know, never know
way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us

As we're stealing through the blackness of the
You'll know, you'll never hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely
The road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming

Two broken Tigers on fire in the flicker
Their souls to the wind, we in the lines for the final
Approach to begin, it's been four years that
carried a gun at home it'll almost be spring

The of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they out to face us
They can't slow us down and all that I ever was to see

The eyes of the city are opening now it's the end of the
I'm coming home, I'm coming home now you can
It in the wind, the war is over and I to the clicking
Of the train wheels as we roll across the

And now they ask me of the time that I was
their lines and taken prisoner
"They only me for a day, a lucky break", I say
They and listen closer, I'll never know, I'll never know

Why I was from the line and all the others?
To board a special train and journey deep the
Heart of holy Russia and it's cold and damp in the camp
And the air is and sullen and the pale sun of October

Whispers the snow will be coming
And I wonder when be home again
And the morning answers never and the sighs
And the steely skies go on forever