Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Of The Search Party

No man his post
A has called us to arms
up your torch
I want this ship cleaner a hospital ward
A has polluted our ranks

Slouch position men, this is a war
Set the traps, have that criminals head
Marched the streets on a stick
Someone pay for this
squeeze his goddamn brains out

Sleep with one knife
You can't out us, we've been out of thoughts for a while
You can't out think us, we've out of thoughts for a while
And the warrior with the deadliest is the one without
An manual for his gun

This is a of dunces
We are the new global menace the land
dull teeth, tapping our feet, sighing and humming
And watching this

That's you get, that's what you get
what you get
That's what you get for fucking us
what you get for fucking with us

When we find you we'll you alive
pluck out your eyes
And the canons will roar as we march to the
Dragging hide

Drooling jackboot monsters
Tracking the scent of a child
Your composure you away
Next time best to cry havoc

Keep marching, the is ours
coming to get me
They're coming to me away
I'll never love in this town again
Everyone on the dance is doomed

Hit the ground, your mouth
The prisoners have laid waste to the pulpit, in for it now
Are helicopters for me?
I been appointed to speak? Then I'm going to hell
And I'm the renaissance with me