Luyện nghe bài hát The Marines Have Landed on The Shores of Santo Domingo

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And the crabs are crazy, they back and forth,
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The is burning
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And the fish flight and scatter from the sight,
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Their turning

As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon
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The sea is churning.
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The marines have landed on the of santo domingo.

The fishermen sweat, they're pausing at their nets, the day's
As the sway 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 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 troops land and step into the sand, the flags are weaving.
The have landed on the shores of santo domingo.

The unsmiling sun is down upon the singing soldiers
In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls, they're getting
The old women sigh, think of gone by, they shrug their shoulders.
The have landed on the shores of santo domingo.

for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed, now they are rolling
And the tanks make tracks the trembling shacks where fear is unfolding
All the young wives afraid, turn backs on the parade
With babes they're
The marines landed on the shores of santo domingo

A craks the sound, the soldiers hit the ground, the sniper is callin'
So open their guns, a thousand to one, no sense in stalling
He clutches at his and totters on the edge, look how he's falling
The marines have landed on the shores of domingo

In the red plaza square, the come to stare, the heat is leaning(? )
And the eyes of the dead are turning every to the widows screaming
The soldiers make a bid, giving candy to the kids, teeth are gleaming
The marines have landed on the shores of domingo

Up and down the coad, the generals drink a toast, the wheel is
And the cowards and the whores are peeking the doors
To see who's
But the traitors will pretend that it's getting the end,
it's beginning
The marines have landed on the shores of domingo

The crabs are crazy, they back and forth, the sand is burning
And the take flight and scatter from the sight, their courses turning
As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest, the sea is
The have landed on the shores of santo domingo