Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

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

They sweated blood and they washed mud
With and quarts of beer
And now we're on the road
With fusiliers

I stripped to the skin with Darky
Down upon the 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 the day when the Bear O'Shea
Fell into a concrete
What the said, when 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, well you be tough
With McAlpine's

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