Luyện nghe bài hát Bradman

Sydney, 1926, this is the of a man
Just a kid in from the sticks, just a kid 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 nineteen he was for the State
From Adelaide to the runs did not abate
He hit 'em hard, he hit 'em

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

A team out from 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 the dawn
And in the hour of greatest slaughter the great avenger is born
But who could have seen the shape of things to come
In first test he went for eighteen and for one
They him like a gun
Now big Maurice Tate was the trickiest of all
And a man a wisecracking habit
But there's one crack that stop ringing in his ears
"Hey Whitey, my rabbit"
never forgot it

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

1930 and the seed burst into flower
All of Jackson's grace failed him, it was Bradman was the
He murdered them in Yorkshire,he danced for them in
He laughed at them in Leicestershire, was an event
hundred runs he took and rewrote all the books
That 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 to cut something

He was more than just a
He was like a tide
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

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

He was longer than a memory, bigger a town
He feet they used to sparkle and he always kept on the ground
Fathers took their sons who 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 colours, the circus is in town
I can no go down there, down to that sacred ground

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