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 from the sight,
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courses turning

As the seagulls rest on the cold nest
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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 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 runs
the the marines 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 silver dawn, the fields keeping
As the first troops and step into the sand, the flags are weaving.
The marines have on the shores of santo domingo.

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

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

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

Up and down the coad, the generals a toast, the wheel is spinning
And the and the whores are peeking through the doors
To see winning
But the traitors will that it's getting near the end,
When it's
The have 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 from the sight, their courses turning
As the seagulls rest on the cannon nest, the sea is churning
The marines have on the shores of santo domingo