Luyện nghe bài hát Men Behind The Guns

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

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

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

Their hearts a-pounding
When swing to port once more
With never of the greenback stuff
start for the leave ashore

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

Warriors with straps of gold
That like the sun
the common sailor boys
The lads who serve the
Oh, the men behind the

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

Over the and the deadly sweep
Oh, the and the bursting shell
the very air is a mad despair
The of a living hell

But and deep 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 the guns

And well, they the cyclone blow
Loose from the steel
And they know the of the enemy ship
Will quiver with the

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

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

So let's drink a toast to the
And to the captain bold
And glory more for the
When the deeds of are told

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

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