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 flight and scatter the sight,
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Their courses

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

The sweat, they're pausing at their 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 no more, he runs a-warning
That the the marines have landed on the shores of domingo.

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

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

for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed, now they are rolling
And the tanks make tracks the trembling shacks where fear is unfolding
All the young afraid, turn their backs on the parade
With they're holding
The marines have landed on the shores of 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 totters on the edge, look how falling
The marines have landed on the of santo domingo

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

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