Luyện nghe bài hát Russians & Americans

So here we stand at the edge of 1984, ourselves once again,
for the storm approaching is those who long huddled in caves from
the rain.
The enemy's is so hard to see,
sometimes it 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 carry the weight of the on your head.
and Americans,
tell me if it's true, you really believe all the that you've said,
the red-white-and-blue running the red.

>From the wars of Europe, the pilgrim set off with their hopes
and bond,
some settled down by the coast, others cross the mountains and the
beyond.
>From the scramble and dust of streets,
merchants the trade routes,
and open the to the East.
waves
choked by the breath of winter,
and baked by the of the day.

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

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

and Americans,
driven by the past, the third world 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.

>From the streets of Athens and the voices still echo to crumbling walls.
Look to the past and remember that no empire rises that or later
fall.
Forever the changes we have to face,
some people say a country is more and than a place.
Though is safe,
we still choose the mark that we 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 history are left you step.

So here we at the edge of 1984.