Luyện nghe bài hát Bradman

Sydney, 1926, this is the of a man
a kid in from the sticks, just a kid with a plan
St George a gamble, played him in first grade
Pretty soon that young man showed 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 than just a
He was like a tide
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
Wally Hammond wore his hat like a chief
All through the summer of '28, '29 they gave the no relief
Some reputations came to
They say the hour is right before the dawn
And in the hour of greatest slaughter the great avenger is born
But who then could seen the shape of things to come
In first test he went for eighteen and for one
They dropped him a gun
Now big Tate was the trickiest of them all
And a man with a wisecracking
But there's one that won't stop ringing in his ears
"Hey Whitey, my rabbit"
never forgot it

He was more than a batsman
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 palm of his

England 1930 and the burst into flower
All of Jackson's grace failed him, it was was the power
He murdered in Yorkshire,he danced for them in Kent
He laughed at in Leicestershire, Leeds was an event
Three hundred runs he and rewrote all the books
That really knocked gents
The critics could not comprehend hsi 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 something like a
He was more just one man
He could take on any
They always came for 'cause fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand

Summer 1932 and Douglas had a plan
When bowled to Bradman it was more than man to man
And staid Adelaide nearly boiled over as rage ruled sense
When Oldfield hit the ground they jumped the fence
Now Bill Woodill was as fine a man as ever to wicket
And the bruises on his body that day showed that he stick it
But to day he's 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, bigger than a
He they used to sparkle and he always kept them on the ground
Fathers took their sons who never lost the of the roar of the grandstand

Now shadows grow longer and there's so mush more yet to be told
But we're not getting any younger, so let the 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 like a tide
He was than just one man
He could take on any
They always for Bradman 'cause fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand