Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpine's Fusiliers

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

They sweated blood and 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 upon the of Grain
With the Horseface Toole then I 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
McAlpine's fusiliers

I remember the day that the O'Shea
into a concrete stairs
What the Horseface said, when he saw him
Well, it what the rich call prayers

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

I've worked the sweat has had me bet
With Russian, and Pole
On shuddering up in the hydro dams
Or underneath the in a hole

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