Luyện nghe bài hát Sevastopol

Here we are, for the storm.
Here we are, waiting for the to come.
We this world will drown in blood.
Last days of May, this spring is once again,
But we sense summer may not be ours anymore.
Within these walls, we're brothers,
till death.
Now in the distance we see the rage.
will not take this place, will not defile this ground.
We're not to die, no one will break this line,
This world will hear our cries.
This darkened world will our cries.
As clouds of dust contaminate the deep skies,
We're crawling through the of our homes.
we are, waiting for the storm.
Here we are, this world will in blood.
Now in the we see the fires rage.
They will not take this place, will not defile ground.
We're not to die, no one will break this line,
This world will hear our cries.
Curtain fires, in the trenches, buried deep
As ashes cover this swaying world in grey.
Inside this fortress, we're sisters,
till death.
As their bombs this sallow sun
And their annihilate our sanctuaries,
Our confidence, it not vanish, not abate,
We not cease resisting.
Now in the distance we see the rage.
They will not this place, will not defile this ground.
We're not to die, no one will break this line,
darkened world will hear our cries