Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

As the glen came McAlpine's men
With their slung behind them
'Twas in the pub drank the sub
And up in the spike 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 with Darky
upon the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface Toole, sure I the rules
No money if you stop for

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

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

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

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