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

They hung there from the sky
Like some metal fruit
bombers are ripe and ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen that I might 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 there's no reward for failure, but
So me in mirrors keep in the glidepath

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

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

M.E. 262 prince of
Junker's 004
Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my
And see these English 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 there from the sky
Like some heavy fruit
These bombers are and ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live I might die
Must live that I might die

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