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

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And the are crazy, they scuttle back and forth,
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The sand is
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And the fish take 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 a-burning
As the sway and thunder in the bay, loud the morning.
But the boy on the shore is throwing pebbles no more, he runs
That the the marines have landed on the shores of 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 first troops and step into the sand, the flags are weaving.
The marines have landed on the shores of domingo.

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

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

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

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

The are crazy, they scuttle 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 cannon nest, the sea is churning
The have landed on the shores of santo domingo