Luyện nghe bài hát 502

Panzers

Whether it stormed or or the sun was smiling at them
If the was black or the day boiling warm
Thoir faces were dusty but their were high
panzers it raced along with the storm

With thundering as fast as lightning
Through and defeat they fought their way
With blockades and tanks the foes to stop them
But in full speed they rolled at prey

Beast of
2000 hostile tanks they
its toll
To panzer they called

fighting will forever stand no mark
But at last their faithless luck them couldn't
When the killed them and their fate sat in
Then their panzer their grave

502 - Beast of
502 - 2000 tanks they slayed
502 - its toll
502 - to panzer they called