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 turning

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

The fishermen sweat, they're pausing at their nets, the a-burning
As the warships sway and thunder in the bay, 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 streets are still, there's in the hills, the town is sleeping
And the farmers yawn in the grey silver dawn, the fields keeping
As the first land and step into the sand, the flags are weaving.
The have landed on the shores of santo domingo.

The unsmiling sun is shining down upon the singing
In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls, they're 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 bayonets are fixed, now they are
And the tanks make tracks the trembling shacks where fear is unfolding
All the young wives afraid, turn their backs on the
With babes they're
The marines have landed on the shores of santo

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

In the red square, the crowds come 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 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 that it's getting near the end,
When beginning
The marines have landed on the shores of santo

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