Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

As the glen came McAlpine's men
With their slung behind them
'Twas in the pub they the sub
And up in the spike find them

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

I to the skin with Darky Flynn
upon the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface Toole, sure I the rules
No money if you for rain

McAlpine's God was a well 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 stairs
What the Horseface said, when he him dead
Well, it wasn't what the rich call

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

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