Luyện nghe bài hát Me 262

Goering's on the from Freiburg
Says done quite a job
Hitler's on the phone from
Says, "I'm gonna you a star"

My Captain Von Ondine is your next
A flight of English bombers across the
twelve they'll all be here
I think you the job

They hung there dependent the sky
Like some heavy fruit
These bombers are and ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I die
Must they live I might die

In a disaster from the rate of climb
I'd faint and be lost to our side
But no reward for failure, but death
So me in mirrors keep in the glidepath

Get me through radars, no, I cannot fail
While my great silver slugs are eager to
I fail, no, not now
When twenty five bombers ripe

They hung there from the sky
Like heavy metal fruit
These bombers are and ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I die
they live that I might die

M.E. 262 of turbojet
Junker's 004
Blasts from clustered R4M in my snout
And see these planes go burn

Well, you be my witness, how red were the
When the fortresses flew for the very last
It was dark over
In of '45

They hung dependant from the sky
Like some metal fruit
These bombers are ripe and to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I die
Must they live that I die

Must these Englishmen live I might die
Junker's 004
Bombers at twelve high