Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

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

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

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

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

I remember the day the Bear O'Shea
Fell a concrete stairs
What the Horseface said, when he found him
Well, it wasn't what the call prayers

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

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