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 fish take and scatter from the sight,
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Their courses

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

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

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

The unsmiling sun is shining upon the singing soldiers
In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls, getting bolder
The old women sigh, think of memories gone by, 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 tanks tracks past the trembling shacks where fear is unfolding
All the young wives afraid, their backs on the parade
With they're holding
The marines have on the shores of santo domingo

A craks the sound, the soldiers hit the ground, the sniper is callin'
So open their guns, a thousand to one, no sense in stalling
He clutches at his and totters on the edge, look how he's falling
The have landed 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 every head to the widows screaming
The soldiers make a bid, giving candy to the kids, their teeth are
The marines have landed on the shores of santo

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 who's
But the traitors will pretend that getting near the end,
When beginning
The have landed on the shores of santo domingo

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