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 sand is
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And the take flight and scatter from the sight,
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Their courses

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

The streets are still, there's silence in the hills, the town is
And the farmers yawn in the grey 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 shining upon the singing soldiers
In the cloud dust whirl whistle at the girls, they're getting bolder
The old women sigh, think of gone by, they shrug their shoulders.
The marines 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 their backs on the
With they're holding
The marines landed on the shores of santo domingo

A bullet craks the sound, the soldiers hit the ground, the sniper is
So they their guns, a thousand to one, no sense in stalling
He clutches at his head and totters on the edge, how he's falling
The marines landed 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 turning every to the widows screaming
The make a bid, giving candy to the kids, their teeth are gleaming
The have landed on the shores of santo domingo

Up and the coad, the generals drink a toast, the wheel is spinning
And the cowards and the are peeking through the doors
To see winning
But the traitors pretend that it's getting near the end,
it's beginning
The marines have on the shores of santo domingo

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