Luyện nghe bài hát Sevastopol

Here we are, for the storm.
Here we are, for the storm to come.
We know world will drown in blood.
Last days of May, spring is dying once again,
But we this summer may not be ours anymore.
these walls, we're loyal brothers,
Comrades death.
Now in the distance we see the rage.
They will not take this place, will not defile ground.
We're not afraid to die, no one break this line,
This darkened will hear our cries.
This darkened world hear our cries.
As clouds of contaminate the deep blue skies,
We're through the debris 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 place, will not defile this ground.
not afraid to die, no one will break this line,
This world will hear our cries.
Curtain fires, in the trenches, buried deep
As cold ashes cover swaying world in grey.
Inside this fortress, faithful sisters,
till death.
As their bombs eclipse 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 this place, will not defile this ground.
We're not afraid to die, no one will this line,
This darkened world hear our cries