Luyện nghe bài hát Sevastopol

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