Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflage

[Mad
We act on instinct
Survival of the
Invade camp, then set up a perimeter
Interrogate the prisoner, your residence
from the President to document this evidence
Company commander, is my version of capital
Punishment from carving out shards of shrapnel
Attacking with passion, the movement of murderous
In hand to hand combat or atomic that disintegrate
Let me reiterate, in a state of
A license to kill, plus an with explosives
Assult forces, feel the shell
Section eight sounds great, me a cell block
As sure as hells hot, I'd go there
Crouched down, jungle fatigue, guerrilla
On watch, think about the bullets I've
Light a smoke and it up for the night in camoflage

"Military Minded"

I make my face with paint stick
the dawn of the infected insect
Bees, butterflies, beetles, and panzer
danger of ganzes(???) in roaming in my squadron
We hate them all, that's why we made the eight
The milk and tastes like typhoid and protocall
deprivation, magic carpet bombing ride
Talking to my gas mask, walking down the red line
You're currently in to NBC
The only channel that you get is my M-16
Unlace my boots and my troops
I'm more terrified of than I am of the paratroops
I'm in the shitbox, Alfred Hitchcock
Five minutes later I'm out my snot box
I see the witch doc, he says rice grains
Dropped from airplanes, sprayed with
Peking, take the ground back
It's found in rats
And in the toilet paper issued in your ruck
Agent N, Agent X, fade to black

"Military Minded"