Luyện nghe bài hát Sevastopol

we are, waiting for the storm.
Here we are, waiting for the to come.
We know this world drown in blood.
Last of May, this spring is dying once again,
But we this summer may not be ours anymore.
Within these walls, loyal brothers,
Comrades death.
Now in the we see the fires rage.
They will not take this place, will not this ground.
not afraid to die, no one will break this line,
This darkened will hear our cries.
This darkened world will our cries.
As clouds of contaminate the deep blue skies,
We're crawling the debris of our homes.
Here we are, for the storm.
Here we are, this world will in blood.
Now in the distance we see the rage.
They will not take this place, will not this ground.
We're not afraid to die, no one will this line,
darkened world 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 eclipse 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.
will not take this place, will not defile this ground.
We're not afraid to die, no one will this line,
This darkened world will hear our