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 them

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

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

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

I remember the day when the O'Shea
Fell into a stairs
the Horseface said, when he found him dead
Well, it wasn't what the rich prayers

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

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