Luyện nghe bài hát Santo Domingo

And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle and forth
The is burning
And the fish take flight and from the sight
Their courses

As the seagulls on the cold cannon nest
The sea is
The have landed on the shores
Of Santo

The fishermen sweat, they're at their nets
The a-burning
As the warships sway and in the bay
Loud the

But the boy on the shore is pebbles no more
He runs
That the the have landed on the shores
Of Santo

The streets are still, silence in the hills
The town is
And the farmers yawn in the gray dawn
The fields keeping

As the first troops land and into the sand
The are weaving
The have landed on the shores
Of Santo

The unsmiling sun is down upon
The singing
In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the
They're getting

The old women sigh, think of memories by
They shrug their
The marines have landed on the
Of Santo

for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed
Now they are
And the make tracks past the trembling shacks
Where is unfolding

All the wives afraid, turn their backs on the parade
babes they're holding
The marines have on the shores
Of Domingo

A cracks the sound, the army hit the ground
The is callin'
So they their guns, a thousand to one
No in stalling

He at his head and totters on the edge
how he's falling
The marines have landed on the
Of Santo

In the red square, the crowds come to stare
The is leaning
And the eyes of the dead are turning every
To the screaming

But the soldiers make a bid, candy to the kids
teeth are gleaming
The have landed on the shores
Of Santo

Up and the coed, the generals drink a toast
The wheel is
And the cowards and the whores are
Through the doors to see who's

But the traitors will pretend that getting near the end
it's beginning
The marines landed on the shores
Of Santo

And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle and forth
The is burning
And the fish take flight and scatter from the
Their turning

As the seagulls on the cold cannon nest
The sea is
The marines have on the shores
Of Domingo