Luyện nghe bài hát 109

Augsburg 109
battle dress
Lifting-off climbing up
Der lined up abreast

Cutting the ice cold air
On wings burdened with and led
fly and fight my rest will come
At wars end or I am dead

The word Frei is given
Arm your and set the trim
out for the escort
Now let the hunt

Where eagles fly sky
The battlefield up
Twist and my mount of knights
My Augsburg eagle 109

contrails across the sky
Target 2'o clock high
Steadily on giant wings in a box
Now the killing

I comence a run-in from
Six barrel's of sound
smoke the bomber tuble
Spinning nose first towards the ground

Out of
Low on fuel I away
To whell down refuel and
To intercept second wave

Hanging by your prop I
in the sky
Way those blooded fields
My faithful eagle 109