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

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

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

He was more just 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 used to hide in the of his hand

England 1930 and the seed 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
Three runs he took and rewrote all the books
That really knocked those
The could not comprehend 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 than just a batsman
He was something a tide
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

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

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

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

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