Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpine's Fusiliers

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

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 Darky
Way upon the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface Toole then I the rule
No money if you for rain

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

I remember the day that the Bear
Fell a concrete stairs
What the Horseface said, when he saw him
Well, it wasn't what the rich prayers

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

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

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