Luyện nghe bài hát Me 262

Goering's on the phone Freiburg
Says Willie's quite a job
Hitler's on the phone Berlin
Says, "I'm make you a star"

My Captain Von Ondine is your patrol
A flight of English across the canal
twelve they'll all be here
I think you the job

They there dependent from the sky
Like heavy metal fruit
These are ripe and ready to tilt
these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live I might die

In a G-load disaster the rate of climb
Sometimes I'd faint and be lost to our
But there's no for failure, but death
So watch me in keep in the glidepath

Get me through radars, no, I cannot fail
my great silver slugs are eager to feed
I fail, no, not now
When twenty five wait ripe

They hung there from the sky
Like some heavy fruit
bombers are ripe and ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live I might die
Must they live that I die

M.E. 262 prince of
Junker's 004
Blasts from clustered R4M in my snout
And see these planes go burn

Well, you be my witness, how red the skies
When the fortresses flew for the very last
It was over Westphalia
In of '45

They hung there from the sky
Like some heavy metal
bombers are ripe and ready to tilt
Must these live that I might die
Must they live that I die

these Englishmen live that I might die
Junker's 004
Bombers at twelve high