Luyện nghe bài hát Men Behind The Guns

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

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

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

Their a-pounding heavy
When they to port once more
With never enough of the greenback
start for the leave ashore

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

Warriors bold with straps of
That dazzle the sun
Outshine the common boys
The lads who serve the
Oh, the men the guns

But say not a word till the shot is
That tells the is on
And the angry sound of another
Says there must be

Over the deep and the sweep
Oh, the fire and the shell
Where the very air is a mad
The of a living hell

But down and in a mighty ship
Unseen by the sun
Oh, you'll find the boys who the noise
The who serve the guns
Oh, the men behind the

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

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

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

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

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

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