Luyện nghe bài hát Bradman

Sydney, 1926, is the story of a man
Just a kid in from the sticks, a kid with a plan
St George took a gamble, him in first grade
soon that young man showed them how to flash the blade
And at the age of nineteen he was playing for the
From Adelaide to the runs did not abate
He hit 'em hard, he hit 'em

He was more just a batsman
He was something like a
He was than just one man
He could on any side
always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand

A team came out England
Wally wore his felt hat like a chief
All through the of '28, '29 they gave the greencaps no relief
Some came to grief
They say the darkest hour is right before the
And in the hour of greatest slaughter the avenger is being born
But who then could have seen the of things to come
In Bradman's first test he went for and for one
dropped him like a gun
Now big Tate was the trickiest of them all
And a man with a wisecracking
But there's one crack that stop ringing in his ears
"Hey Whitey, my rabbit"
never forgot it

He was than just a batsman
He was like a tide
He was than just one man
He could take on any
They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to hide in the palm of his

England and the seed burst into flower
All of Jackson's failed him, it was Bradman was the power
He murdered them in Yorkshire,he danced for them in
He at them in Leicestershire, Leeds was an event
Three hundred he took and rewrote all the books
really knocked those gents
The critics could not hsi nonchalant phenomenon
"Why this man is a machine," said. "Even his friends say he isn't human"
Even friends have to cut

He was more than just a
He was something a tide
He was more than one man
He could take on any
They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to hide in the of his hand

Summer 1932 and Douglas had a plan
When Larwood bowled to Bradman it was than man to man
And Adelaide nearly boiled over as rage ruled over sense
When Oldfield hit the ground they nearly the fence
Now Bill Woodill was as a man as ever went to wicket
And the bruises on his that day showed that he could stick it
But to this day still quoted and only he could wear it
"There's two teams out there today and one of them's playing cricket."

He was longer than a memory, than a town
He feet they used to sparkle and he always kept them on the
Fathers took their sons who never lost the sound of the roar of the

Now shadows they grow longer and there's so mush more yet to be
But not getting any younger, so let the part tell the whole
Now the players all wear colours, the is in town
I can no longer go there, down to that sacred ground

He was more just a batsman
He was something like a
He was more than one man
He take on any side
They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to hide in the of his hand