Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpine's Fusiliers

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

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

I stripped to the skin Darky Flynn
Way down upon the of Grain
the Horseface Toole then I knew the rule
No money if you stop for

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

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

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

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

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