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 that young man showed them how to flash the blade
And at the age of he was playing 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 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

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

He was more than just a
He was something a tide
He was more than one man
He take on any side
They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to 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
Three 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 have to cut

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

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

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

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

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