Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpine's Fusiliers

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

They sweated and they washed down mud
With pints and of beer
And now we're on the again
McAlpine's fusiliers

I stripped to the with Darky Flynn
Way upon the Isle of Grain
With the Toole then I knew the rule
No if you stop for rain

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

I remember the day the Bear O'Shea
Fell a concrete stairs
What the said, when 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 must be
McAlpine's fusiliers

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

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