Luyện nghe bài hát Men Behind The Guns

Let's drink a toast to the
And here's to the captain
And glory for the commodore
the deeds of might are told

They stand to the deck the battle's wreck
the great shells roar and pound
And never fear when the foe is near
To lay their orders

But off with your and three times three
For every son
For the men who fight the foe
The men the guns
Oh, the men behind the

Their hearts a-pounding
When they swing to port more
With never enough of the stuff
They start for the ashore

And think perhaps the blue-blouse chaps
Had better clothes to
For the uniforms of
Could be compared

bold with straps of gold
That like the sun
Outshine the sailor boys
The lads who serve the
Oh, the men the guns

But say not a word the shot is heard
tells the fight is on
And the angry of another round
there must be gone

Over the and the deadly sweep
Oh, the fire and the bursting
Where the air is a mad despair
The throes of a hell

But down and deep in a mighty
by the midday sun
Oh, you'll find the who make the noise
The who serve the guns
Oh, the men the guns

And well, know the cyclone blow
Loose from the cannon's
And they the hull of the enemy ship
Will with the peal

And the decks will rock with the shock
And shake the great recoil
While the sea red with the blood of the dead
And swallows up her

But not the final ship
Has made her run
Can we give their rest to the very
The lads who the guns
Oh, the men the guns

So drink a toast to the admiral
And here's to the captain
And glory for the commodore
When the deeds of might are

They to the deck with the battle's wreck
When the great roar and pound
And never they fear when the foe is
To lay orders down

But off with your and three times three
For every son
For the men below who the foe
The men the guns
Oh, the man the gun