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 of Olasana in the straits beyond the roo
A Jap in the night cut the 109 in two

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

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

Smoke and upon the sea
Everywhere they was the enemy
The heathen gods of old
Yeah they thought they had the best of a good man

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

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

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

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

Smoke and upon the sea
Everywhere they was the enemy but JFK and his crew lived on
Which it's hard to get the best of a man named John
Big John, big John, big John, big