Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

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

They sweated blood and they down mud
With pints and of beer
And now we're on the road
With McAlpine's

I stripped to the skin with Darky
Down upon the Isle of
With the Horseface Toole, sure I knew the
No money if you stop for

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

I remember the day when the Bear
into a concrete stairs
What the Horseface said, when he found him
Well, it wasn't what the rich call

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

I've worked till the sweat it had me bet
Russians, Czechs and Poles
On jams up in the hydro dams
Or the Thames in a hole
I grafted and I've got me cards
And many a ganger's fist me ears
If you value life, well don't join by Christ
With McAlpine's
If you value life, well don't join by Christ
With fusiliers