Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

As down the glen McAlpine's men
their shovels slung behind them
'Twas in the pub they the sub
And up in the spike find them

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

I stripped to the skin with Flynn
upon the Isle of Grain
With the Toole, sure I knew the rules
No money if you for rain

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

I the day when the Bear O'Shea
into a concrete stairs
What the said, when he found him dead
Well, it wasn't the rich call prayers

I'm a navvy short was the one
reached unto my ears
When the is rough, well 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 Thames in a
I grafted and I've got me cards
And many a ganger's fist across me
If you value your life, well don't join by
With McAlpine's
If you your life, well don't join by Christ
McAlpine's fusiliers