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 is burning
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And the fish flight and scatter from the sight,
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courses turning

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 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 a-warning
That the the have landed on the shores of santo domingo.

The streets are still, 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 landed on the shores of santo domingo.

The unsmiling sun is shining down the singing soldiers
In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls, getting bolder
The old women sigh, think of memories gone by, they shrug 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 the trembling shacks where fear is unfolding
All the young wives afraid, turn their backs on the
babes they're holding
The marines have 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 to one, no sense in stalling
He clutches at his head and totters on the edge, look how he's
The marines have landed on the 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 a bid, giving candy to the kids, their teeth are gleaming
The marines have landed on the of santo domingo

Up and down the coad, the drink a toast, the wheel is spinning
And the cowards and the whores are peeking through the
To see who's
But the traitors will pretend that it's getting the end,
When it's
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 and scatter from the sight, their courses turning
As the seagulls rest on the cold nest, the sea is churning
The marines have landed on the of santo domingo