Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpine's Fusiliers

As the glen came McAlpine's men
With their shovels slung behind
in the pub they drank the sub
And up in the spike you'll them

sweated blood and they washed down mud
With pints and of beer
And now on the road again
With fusiliers

I stripped to the skin with Flynn
Way down upon the of Grain
the Horseface Toole then I knew the rule
No money if you for rain

McAlpine's God was a filled hod
Your shoulders cut to bits and
And woe to he who to for tea
With fusiliers

I remember the day that the O'Shea
Fell into a concrete
What the Horseface said, when he saw him
Well, it wasn't what the rich call

I'm a navvy short was the one
That reached unto my
When the going is rough, well you be tough
With McAlpine's

I've worked till the has had me bet
With Russian, Czech and
On shuddering up in the hydro dams
Or underneath the in a hole

I grafted and I've got me cards
And many a ganger's fist me ears
If you pride your life, don't join by
McAlpine's fusiliers