Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

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

They sweated and they washed down mud
With and quarts of beer
And now on the road again
McAlpine's fusiliers

I to the skin with Darky Flynn
Down the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface Toole, sure I knew the
No money if you for rain

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 the day when the Bear O'Shea
Fell into a stairs
What the Horseface said, he found him dead
Well, it wasn't what the rich call

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