Luyện nghe bài hát Sevastopol

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