Luyện nghe bài hát 109

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

Cutting through the ice air
On wings burdened fuel and led
fly and fight my rest will come
At end or when I am dead

The word Frei Jagd is
Arm your and set the trim
out for the escort
Now let the begin

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

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

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

Out of
Low on fuel I away
To whell refuel and rearm
To their second wave

Hanging by prop I climb
in the sky
Way those blooded fields
My faithful Augsburg 109