Luyện nghe bài hát Sevastopol

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