Luyện nghe bài hát Men Behind The Guns

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

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

But off with hats and three times three
For sailor's son
For the men below who the foe
The men the guns
Oh, the men behind the

hearts a-pounding heavy
When they to port once more
never enough of the greenback stuff
They start for the leave

And you'd think perhaps the chaps
Had better to wear
For the uniforms of
Could hardly be

Warriors bold with straps of
dazzle like the sun
Outshine the common sailor
The who serve the guns
Oh, the men behind the

But say not a word till the is heard
That the fight is on
And the angry of another round
Says must be gone

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

But down and in a mighty ship
Unseen by the sun
Oh, you'll the boys who make the noise
The lads who serve the
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 quiver with the

And the decks will rock with the lightning
And shake with the recoil
the sea grows red with the blood of the dead
And swallows up her

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

So let's a toast to the admiral
And to the captain bold
And more for the commodore
When the deeds of might are

stand to the deck with the battle's wreck
When the great roar and pound
And never they fear the foe is near
To lay their down

But off with your hats and three three
For sailor's son
For the men who fight the foe
The men the guns
Oh, the man the gun