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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Their turning

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 warships 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 landed 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 into the sand, the flags are weaving.
The marines have landed on the of santo domingo.

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

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

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

In the red plaza square, the crowds come to stare, the 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 down the coad, the generals drink a toast, the is spinning
And the cowards and the whores are peeking the doors
To see winning
But the will pretend that it's getting near the end,
it's beginning
The marines have landed on the of santo domingo

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