Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

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

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

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

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

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

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

I've worked the sweat when it had me bet
Russians, Czechs and Poles
On shuddering jams up in the dams
Or underneath the in a hole
I hard and I've got me cards
And many a 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 McAlpine's