Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

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

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

I stripped to the skin with Darky
Down the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface Toole, sure I 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 remember the day the Bear O'Shea
Fell 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 reached my ears
When the going is rough, well you must be
McAlpine's fusiliers

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