Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpine's Fusiliers

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

They sweated blood and they washed mud
With pints and quarts of
And now on the road again
McAlpine's fusiliers

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

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

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

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

worked till the sweat has had me bet
With Russian, Czech and
On shuddering jams up in the hydro
Or underneath the Thames in a

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