us in the arm We stood there at attention, our faces turning red The sergeant looked us over and this is what he said: This is the Army, Mister Jones
Překlad: Irving Berlin. Toto je armáda, pane Jones.
Překlad: Jedná se o soundtrack armáda. Toto je armáda, pane Jones.
rebel Dress back jump back, this is a blue beat attack Jones'in won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there
running out of time, cause I'm living in hell (yeah) [Jim Jones] By the, grace of Capo in this moment of silence, in the mist of the violence, the mist
rolling, weather is charging like a nightmare Fear turns to panic, and there's no safe place to hide Givin' no fair warning, caught up in this riptide
