Luyện nghe bài hát Men Behind The Guns

Let's a toast to the admiral
And to the captain bold
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 the foe is near
To lay orders down

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

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

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

Warriors bold straps of gold
That dazzle the sun
Outshine the sailor boys
The who serve the guns
Oh, the men the guns

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

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

But down and deep in a ship
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, they know the cyclone
Loose from the cannon's
And they the hull of the enemy ship
quiver with the peal

And the will rock with the lightning shock
And shake with the recoil
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 rest to the very
The lads who serve the
Oh, the men the guns

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

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

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