Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpine's Fusiliers

As down the glen came men
With their shovels behind them
'Twas in the pub drank the sub
And up in the spike you'll them

They blood and they washed down mud
With and quarts of beer
And now we're on the again
With McAlpine's

I stripped to the with Darky Flynn
Way down the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface Toole then I the rule
No money if you stop for

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

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

I'm a short was the one retort
That reached my ears
When the going is rough, you must be tough
McAlpine's fusiliers

I've till the sweat has had me bet
Russian, Czech and Pole
On shuddering jams up in the dams
Or the Thames in a hole

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