Luyện nghe bài hát The Marines Have Landed on The Shores of Santo Domingo

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And the are crazy, they scuttle back 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 cold nest
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The sea is churning.
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The marines have landed on the shores of domingo.

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

The streets are still, there's silence in the hills, the is sleeping
And the yawn in the grey silver dawn, the fields they're keeping
As the first troops land and step into the sand, the 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 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 where fear is unfolding
All the young afraid, turn their backs on the parade
With babes holding
The marines have on the shores of santo domingo

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

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

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

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