Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpine's Fusiliers

As down the came McAlpine's men
their shovels slung behind them
'Twas in the pub they the sub
And up in the you'll find them

sweated blood and they washed down mud
With pints and of beer
And now we're on the road
With McAlpine's

I stripped to the skin Darky Flynn
Way down the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface Toole then I knew the
No if you stop for rain

God was a well filled hod
Your cut to bits and seared
And woe to he who to for tea
With fusiliers

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

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

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

I hard and I've got me cards
And a ganger's fist across me ears
If you pride your life, join by Christ
With McAlpine's