Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpine's Fusiliers

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

sweated blood and they washed down mud
With pints and quarts of
And now on the road again
With 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 stop for

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

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

I'm a navvy was the one retort
That unto my ears
the going is rough, well you must be tough
With fusiliers

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

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