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

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