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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Their turning

As the seagulls rest on the cannon 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, pausing at their nets, the day's a-burning
As the warships sway and 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, there's in the hills, the town is sleeping
And the farmers yawn in the grey dawn, the fields they're keeping
As the first troops land and into the sand, the flags are weaving.
The marines have landed on the shores of domingo.

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

A bullet craks the sound, the hit the ground, the sniper 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 falling
The marines have on the shores of santo domingo

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

Up and down the coad, the generals drink a toast, the is spinning
And the cowards and the are peeking through the doors
To see winning
But the traitors will pretend that getting near the end,
When it's
The marines have landed on the shores of santo

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