Luyện nghe bài hát Namination

The men in the bird to play war

They have zoned us and south
By day they roam in packs
Invincible green strong?
At night we cut them to
They just run away,

Wretched to all invaders
Primitive instinct
Their filthy lies mean nothing

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

Conflict of radical
opposing forces
Combined with a massive
The ultimate
Execute, no

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

Wretched death to all
instinct supreme
Their filthy lies nothing here

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

Conflict of radical
Inner opposing
Combined a massive assault
The ultimate
Execute, no