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, their courses
As the seagulls rest on the cold nest, the sea is churning.
The marines have landed on the shores of 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 a-warning
That the the marines have landed on the of Santo Domingo.
The streets are still, there's silence in the hills, the town is
And the farmers yawn in the silver dawn, the fields they're keeping
As the first troops and step into the sand, the flags are weaving.
The marines have landed on the shores of Domingo.
The unsmiling sun is shining down upon the soldiers
In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls, they're getting
The old women sigh, think of memories gone by, they shrug shoulders.
The have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
Ready for the tricks, their are fixed, now they are rolling
And the tanks make tracks past the trembling where fear's unfolding
All the young wives afraid, turn their backs to the parade babes they're holding
The marines landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
A bullet the sound, the army hit the ground, the sniper's callin'
So they open guns, a thousand to one, no sense in stalling
He clutches at his head and totters on the edge, look now falling
The have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
In the red plaza square, the crowds to stare, the heat is leaning
And the eyes of the dead are every head to the widows screaming
But the soldiers make a bid, giving candy to the kids, their are gleaming
The marines have landed on the shores of Santo
Up and down the coast, the generals drink a toast, the wheel is
And the cowards and the whores are peeking through the doors to see who's
But the traitors will pretend that it's getting the end, when it's beginning
The have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
And the crabs are crazy, scuttle back and forth, the sand is burning
And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight, their courses
As the seagulls rest on the cannon nest, the sea is churning
The marines have landed on the shores of Santo