Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

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

They sweated blood and they down mud
pints and quarts of beer
And now on the road again
With fusiliers

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

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

I the day when the Bear O'Shea
Fell a concrete stairs
What the said, when he found him dead
Well, it what the rich call prayers

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

I've till the sweat when it had me bet
With Russians, and Poles
On shuddering jams up in the hydro
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 join by Christ
With McAlpine's
If you your life, well don't join by Christ
With McAlpine's