Luyện nghe bài hát Namination

The men in the want to play war

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

Wretched to all invaders
Primitive supreme
Their filthy lies nothing here

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

Conflict of radical
Inner opposing
Combined 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 birds from the skies

Disgraced, leave our ravaged land
We will make their last
We will never surrender, never
We dare them to come

Wretched to all invaders
instinct supreme
Their filthy lies mean nothing

are our playthings, on and on
and domination
Oppress for local

Conflict of radical
Inner opposing
with a massive assault
The alarm
Execute, no