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 take flight and scatter from the sight,
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courses turning

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

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

The are still, there's silence in the hills, the town is sleeping
And the farmers in the grey silver 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 of santo domingo.

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

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

A bullet craks the sound, the soldiers hit the ground, the sniper is
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 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 head to the widows screaming
The soldiers make a bid, giving candy to the kids, their teeth are
The marines have landed on the of santo domingo

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

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 rest on the cold nest, the sea is churning
The marines have on the shores of santo domingo