Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

As down the glen came men
With their slung behind them
in the pub they drank the sub
And up in the spike find them

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

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

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

I remember the day when the Bear
Fell a concrete stairs
What the Horseface said, when he him dead
Well, it wasn't the rich call prayers

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

I've till the sweat when it had me bet
Russians, Czechs and Poles
On jams up in the hydro dams
Or underneath the in a hole
I hard and I've got me cards
And many a ganger's across me ears
If you value your life, well join by Christ
McAlpine's fusiliers
If you value your life, well join by Christ
With McAlpine's