Luyện nghe bài hát Me 262

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

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

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

In a G-load disaster the rate of climb
Sometimes I'd faint and be to our side
But no reward for failure, but death
So watch me in mirrors keep in the

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

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

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

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

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

Must these live that I might die
jommo 004
Bombers at o'clock high