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

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And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle and forth,
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The sand is
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And the fish take flight and scatter the sight,
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Their courses

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

The fishermen sweat, they're pausing at their nets, the 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 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 yawn in the grey silver 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 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 have landed on the shores of santo domingo.

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

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

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

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 winning
But the traitors pretend that it's getting near the end,
When it's
The marines landed on the shores of santo domingo

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