Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflage

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

"Military Minded"

I make my face stick with stick
the dawn of the infected insect
Bees, butterflies, beetles, and dragons
danger of ganzes(???) in roaming in my squadron
We hate them all, that's why we made the eight
The milk and water like typhoid and protocall
Sleep deprivation, magic bombing ride
Talking to my gas mask, down the thin red line
You're tuned in to NBC
The only channel you get is from my M-16
Unlace my and place my troops
I'm more terrified of mosquitoes I am of the paratroops
I'm in the shitbox, reading Alfred
Five minutes later I'm out my snot box
I see the witch doc, he says it's rice
Dropped airplanes, sprayed with anthrax
Peking, take the ground back
It's found in brown
And in the paper issued in your ruck sack
Agent N, Agent X, before fade to

"Military Minded"