Luyện nghe bài hát Men Behind The Guns

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

They stand to the deck the battle's wreck
When the great shells roar and
And never they when the foe is near
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 they swing to once more
With never enough of the greenback
They for the leave ashore

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

Warriors bold straps of gold
dazzle like the sun
Outshine the common sailor
The lads who the guns
Oh, the men behind the

But say not a word till the is heard
tells the fight is on
And the angry of another round
Says there be gone

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

But down and deep in a mighty
by the midday sun
Oh, you'll the boys who make the noise
The lads who the guns
Oh, the men the guns

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

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

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

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

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

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