Luyện nghe bài hát Me 262

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

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

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

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

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

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

M.E. 262 of turbojet
Jumo 004
Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my
And see these planes go burn

Well, you be my witness, how red the skies
the fortresses flew for the very last time
It was over Westphalia
In of '45

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

Must these Englishmen that I might die
jommo 004
Bombers at twelve high