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 sand is
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And the fish take flight and scatter the sight,
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Their turning

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 shores of domingo.

The fishermen sweat, they're 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 pebbles no more, he runs
That the the marines have landed on the of santo domingo.

The streets are still, there's silence in the hills, the is sleeping
And the farmers yawn in the grey silver dawn, the fields 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 at the girls, they're getting bolder
The old sigh, think of memories gone by, they shrug their shoulders.
The marines have landed on the shores of domingo.

Ready for the tricks, their are fixed, now they are rolling
And the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks fear is unfolding
All the young wives afraid, turn their backs on the
With babes they're
The have landed on the shores of santo domingo

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

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

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