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 take flight and scatter from the sight,
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Their turning

As the seagulls rest on the 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, 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 is throwing pebbles no more, he runs a-warning
That the the marines landed on the shores of santo domingo.

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

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

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

A bullet craks the sound, the soldiers hit the ground, the sniper is
So they open guns, a thousand to one, no sense in stalling
He clutches at his head and totters on the edge, look how he's
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 dead are turning every head to the widows
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 generals a toast, the wheel is spinning
And the cowards and the are peeking through the doors
To see who's
But the will pretend that it's getting near the end,
When beginning
The marines have landed on the shores of santo

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