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 take flight and scatter from the sight, their courses turning
As the seagulls rest on the cannon nest, the sea is churning.
The marines have on the shores of Santo Domingo.
The fishermen sweat, pausing 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 have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
The streets are still, there's in the hills, the town is sleeping
And the farmers in the grey silver dawn, the fields they're keeping
As the first troops land and into the sand, the flags are weaving.
The marines have landed on the of Santo 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, shrug their shoulders.
The marines have on the shores of Santo Domingo.
Ready for the tricks, bayonets are fixed, now they are rolling
And the tanks make tracks past the shacks where fear's unfolding
All the young wives afraid, turn their backs to the parade with they're holding
The marines landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
A bullet cracks the sound, the 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 have on the shores of Santo Domingo
In the red plaza square, the come 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 teeth are
The have 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 the doors to see who's winning
But the traitors will pretend that it's getting near the end, when it's
The marines have landed on the shores of Santo
And the crabs are crazy, they back and forth, the sand is burning
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 landed on the shores of Santo