Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpine's Fusiliers

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

They sweated and they washed down mud
pints and quarts of beer
And now on the road again
With fusiliers

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

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

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

I'm a navvy short was the one
reached unto my ears
When the going is rough, well you must be
McAlpine's fusiliers

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

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