Luyện nghe bài hát P. T. 109

In they put to sea thirteen men and Kennedy
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 upon the sea
Everywhere they was the enemy
The heathen gods of old
Yeah they they had the best of a mighty good man

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

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

McMahon the Irishman was burned so badly, he couldn't
Leave me here go on he '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 between his teeth, he the Irishman through the sea

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

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

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

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