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 on the cold cannon nest
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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 at their nets, the day's a-burning
As the warships and thunder in the bay, loud the morning.
But the boy on the shore is throwing no more, he runs a-warning
the the marines have landed on the shores of santo domingo.

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

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

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

A bullet the sound, the soldiers hit the ground, the sniper 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 on the shores of santo domingo

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

Up and the coad, the generals drink a toast, the wheel is spinning
And the and the whores are peeking through the doors
To see who's
But the traitors will pretend that it's near the end,
When beginning
The marines have landed on the of santo domingo

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