Luyện nghe bài hát The Marines Have Landed On The Shores Of Santo Domingo

Phil
And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle and forth, the sand is burning
And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight, courses turning
As the seagulls on the cold cannon nest, the sea is churning.
The marines landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
The fishermen sweat, they're at their nets, the day's a-burning
As the warships sway and thunder in the bay, the morning.
But the boy on the shore is throwing pebbles no more, he runs
That the the marines have on the shores of Santo Domingo.
The streets are still, there's in the hills, the town is sleeping
And the farmers yawn in the grey dawn, the fields they're keeping
As the first troops and step into the sand, the flags are weaving.
The marines have on the shores of Santo Domingo.
The sun is shining down upon the singing soldiers
In the cloud whirl they whistle at the girls, they're getting bolder
The old women sigh, think of memories gone by, they shrug shoulders.
The marines have landed on the shores of Domingo.
for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed, now they are rolling
And the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks fear's unfolding
All the young wives afraid, turn their backs to the parade babes they're holding
The marines have landed on the shores of Santo
A bullet cracks the sound, the army hit the ground, the callin'
So they open guns, a thousand to one, no sense in stalling
He clutches at his head and totters on the edge, now he's falling
The marines have landed on the shores of Santo
In the red plaza square, the crowds come to stare, the heat is
And the eyes of the dead are every head to the widows screaming
But the make a bid, giving candy to the kids, their teeth are gleaming
The marines landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
Up and down the coast, the drink a toast, the wheel is spinning
And the cowards and the whores are peeking through the to see who's winning
But the traitors will pretend that it's getting near the end, it's beginning
The marines have landed on the of Santo Domingo
And the crabs are crazy, they back and forth, the sand is burning
And the fish flight and scatter from the sight, their courses turning
As the seagulls on the cold cannon nest, the sea is churning
The marines landed on the shores of Santo Domingo