The sun sets over the western mountains and the red clouds fly, and the soldiers hit the target to return to the camp to return to the camp. The red flowers on their chests reflect the colorful sun. The happy songs are flying all over the sky. Happy songs fly all over the sky, songs fly to Beijing, Chairman Mao is happy to hear them. He praised us for our good singing. He praised us for being the best in marksmanship. Mischief, mishap, mishap, mishap, mishap, mishap, mishap, mishap, mishap, mishap, mishap. We are praised for being the best in marksmanship, one, two, three, four.
They're the best.