Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflage

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

"Military Minded"

I make my face with paint stick
Todays the dawn of the infected
Bees, butterflies, beetles, and dragons
There's danger of ganzes(???) in roaming in my
We hate all, that's why we made the eight ball
The milk and water tastes like typhoid and
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
my boots and place my troops
I'm terrified of mosquitoes than I am of the paratroops
I'm in the shitbox, Alfred Hitchcock
Five minutes I'm bleeding out my snot box
I see the witch doc, he says it's grains
Dropped from airplanes, sprayed anthrax
Operation Peking, the ground back
found in brown rats
And in the toilet paper issued in your ruck
Agent N, Agent X, before to black

"Military Minded"