Luyện nghe bài hát 109

Augsburg 109
Mottled dress
Lifting-off climbing up
Der scwarm lined up

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

The word Jagd is given
Arm your and set the trim
Watch out for the
Now let the hunt

Where eagles fly sky
The battlefield up
Twist and strike my mount of
My faithful eagle 109

White across the sky
Target sighted 2'o high
Steadily on giant in a box formation
Now the killing

I a run-in from astern
Six of mind sound
Trailing smoke the bomber
nose down first towards the ground

Out of
Low on fuel I break
To whell down and rearm
To intercept second wave

Hanging by prop I climb
in the sky
Way above those fields
My faithful eagle 109