Luyện nghe bài hát Men Behind The Guns

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

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

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 men the guns

Their hearts a-pounding
When they swing to port once
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
Could hardly be

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

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 and the bursting shell
Where the very air is a mad
The of a living hell

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

And well, they know the cyclone
Loose from the steel
And they the hull of the enemy ship
quiver with the peal

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

But not the final 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 to the captain bold
And glory more for the
the deeds of might are told

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