Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

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

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

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

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

I remember the day the Bear O'Shea
Fell into a concrete
What the Horseface said, 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 is rough, well you must be tough
McAlpine's fusiliers

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