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 and scatter from the sight,
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courses turning

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

The fishermen sweat, they're at their nets, the day's 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 on the shores of santo domingo.

The streets are still, silence in the hills, the town is sleeping
And the farmers in the grey silver dawn, the fields they're keeping
As the first troops land and step into the sand, the are weaving.
The have landed on the shores of santo domingo.

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

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

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

Up and down the coad, the drink a toast, the wheel is spinning
And the cowards and the whores are through the doors
To see winning
But the traitors will that it's getting near the end,
When beginning
The marines have landed on the 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, courses turning
As the seagulls rest on the cold nest, the sea is churning
The marines have on the shores of santo domingo