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, played him in first
Pretty soon young man showed them how to flash the blade
And at the age of he was playing for the State
From Adelaide to Brisbane the runs did not
He hit 'em hard, he hit 'em

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

A team came out from
Hammond wore his felt hat like a chief
All through the of '28, '29 they gave the greencaps no relief
reputations came to grief
They say the darkest hour is before the dawn
And in the hour of slaughter the great avenger is being born
But who then could seen the shape of things to come
In Bradman's first he went for eighteen and for one
dropped him like a gun
Now big Maurice Tate was the trickiest of all
And a man with a habit
But there's one that won't stop ringing in his ears
"Hey Whitey, my rabbit"
Bradman never it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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