Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

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

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

I stripped to the with Darky Flynn
Down the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface Toole, sure I the rules
No money if you stop for

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

I remember the day when the Bear
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
reached unto my ears
When the going is rough, 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 hydro
Or underneath the in a hole
I hard and I've got me cards
And many a ganger's fist me ears
If you value your life, well don't join by
With McAlpine's
If you value your life, well don't by Christ
McAlpine's fusiliers