Luyện nghe bài hát Men Behind The Guns

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

They stand to the deck with the wreck
When the great shells and pound
And never they when the foe is near
To lay their orders

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

Their hearts heavy
When they swing to port more
never enough of the greenback stuff
They start for the leave

And think perhaps the blue-blouse chaps
Had better to wear
For the of officers
hardly be compared

Warriors with straps of gold
dazzle like the sun
Outshine the sailor boys
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 sound of round
Says must be gone

the deep and the deadly 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 find the boys who make the
The lads who the guns
Oh, the men behind the

And well, know the cyclone blow
from the cannon's steel
And know the hull of the enemy ship
Will quiver the peal

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

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

So drink a toast to the admiral
And here's to the bold
And more for the commodore
the deeds of might are told

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

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