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 take flight and scatter from the sight,
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courses turning

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

The fishermen sweat, pausing at their nets, the day's a-burning
As the warships and thunder in the bay, loud the morning.
But the boy on the shore is pebbles no more, he runs a-warning
That the the marines have landed on the shores of domingo.

The streets are still, there's silence in the hills, the is sleeping
And the farmers yawn in the silver dawn, the fields they're keeping
As the troops land and step into the sand, the flags are weaving.
The marines have landed on the of santo domingo.

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

Ready for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed, now they are
And the tanks tracks past the trembling shacks where fear is unfolding
All the young wives afraid, their backs on the parade
babes they're holding
The marines have landed on the shores of santo

A bullet craks the sound, the soldiers hit the ground, the sniper is
So they open their guns, a thousand to one, no sense in
He clutches at his head and totters on the edge, look how falling
The marines have on the shores of santo domingo

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

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

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