Luyện nghe bài hát Men Behind The Guns

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

They to the deck with 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 hats and times three
For every son
For the men who fight the foe
The men behind the
Oh, the men behind the

Their a-pounding heavy
When they swing to once more
With never enough of the stuff
They start for the leave

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

Warriors with straps of gold
That dazzle the sun
Outshine the sailor boys
The lads who serve the
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 there must be

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

But and deep in a mighty ship
Unseen by the sun
Oh, you'll find the who make the noise
The lads who serve the
Oh, the men behind the

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

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

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

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

They stand to the with the battle's wreck
When the great shells roar and
And never they when the foe is near
To lay their orders

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