Luyện nghe bài hát Camoflage

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

"Military Minded"

I make my face stick paint stick
Todays the dawn of the infected
Bees, butterflies, beetles, and panzer
There's of ganzes(???) in roaming in my squadron
We hate them all, that's why we the eight ball
The milk and tastes like typhoid and protocall
deprivation, magic carpet bombing ride
Talking to my gas mask, down the thin red line
You're currently in to NBC
The only that you get is from my M-16
Unlace my boots and place my
I'm more terrified of than I am of the paratroops
I'm in the shitbox, reading Hitchcock
Five later I'm bleeding out my snot box
I see the doc, he says it's rice grains
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, X, before fade to black

"Military Minded"