Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

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

They sweated and they washed down mud
With pints and of beer
And now on the road again
With fusiliers

I stripped to the skin with Flynn
Down the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface Toole, I knew the rules
No if you stop for rain

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

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

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

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