Luyện nghe bài hát P. T. 109

In forty-three they put to sea thirteen men and
the PT 109 to fight the brazen enemy
And off the isle of Olasana in the straits the roo
A Jap in the night cut the 109 in two

Smoke and fire the sea
Everywhere looked was the enemy
The heathen gods of old
they thought they had the best of a mighty good man

And on the coast of looking through his telescope
Australia's Evans saw the battle for the crew had hope
Two were dead, some were wounded, all were to the bow
Fighting and a-fighting water trying to save their lives somehow

Smoke and fire the sea
they looked was the enemy
The heathen gods of old
Yeah thought they had the best of a mighty good man

McMahon the Irishman was burned so badly, he swim
Leave me go on he said 'cause if you don't we'll all be dead
The PT skipper couldn't him a man to die alone at sea
And with a strap his teeth, he towed the Irishman through the sea

and fire upon the sea
Everywhere they looked was the
The heathen gods of old
Yeah they they had the best of a mighty good man

He led his men through waters dark, reefs and hungry sharks
the enemies bayonets, a thirty-eight hung round his neck
Four more and four more nights a rescue boat pulled into sight
The PT 109 was but Kennedy and his crew lived on

Now who could guess or who could know
That this man named Kennedy
Would be the leader of the nation, be the one to command
The PT 109 was gone but Kennedy lived to again

and fire upon the sea
Everywhere looked was the enemy but JFK and his crew lived on
Which proves hard to get the best of a man named John
Big John, big John, big John, big