Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

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

sweated blood and they washed down mud
With pints and of beer
And now we're on the again
With fusiliers

I stripped to the skin with Darky
Down upon the Isle of
With the Horseface Toole, I knew the rules
No money if you 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 when the O'Shea
into a concrete stairs
What the Horseface said, when he him dead
Well, it wasn't what the call prayers

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

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