Luyện nghe bài hát Namination

The men in the bird want to war

They have zoned us and south
By day they in hunting packs
Invincible green giants
At we cut them to pieces
just run away, screaming

Wretched to all invaders
Primitive instinct
Their lies mean nothing here

are our playthings, on and on
Suppression and
for local control

Conflict of arms
Inner forces
with a massive assault
The alarm
Execute, no

They suffer at land, sea and in the air
die

At home, they pray for it to soon be

Tet!

Them men in the fall from the skies

Disgraced, they our ravaged land
We make their pain last
We never surrender, never retreat
We dare them to come

Wretched death to all
Primitive instinct
Their filthy lies nothing here

are our playthings, on and on
Suppression and
Oppress for control

Conflict of arms
opposing forces
Combined with a massive
The alarm
Execute, no