Luyện nghe bài hát 109

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

through the ice cold air
On wings burdened fuel and led
I'll fly and fight my will come
At wars end or when I am

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

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

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

I comence a from astern
Six barrel's of sound
Trailing smoke the bomber
Spinning nose down first towards the

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

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