Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpine's Fusiliers

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

They blood and they washed down mud
pints and quarts of beer
And now we're on the road
McAlpine's fusiliers

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

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

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

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

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

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