Luyện nghe bài hát Men Behind The Guns

Let's drink a to the admiral
And here's to the bold
And glory more for the
When the of might are told

They stand to the deck with the wreck
When the shells roar and pound
And never they fear when the foe is
To lay their down

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

Their a-pounding heavy
they swing to port once more
With never enough of the stuff
They for the leave ashore

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

Warriors bold straps of gold
dazzle like the sun
Outshine the common boys
The who serve the guns
Oh, the men the guns

But say not a word till the shot is
tells the fight is on
And the angry sound of another
there must be gone

Over the and the deadly sweep
Oh, the and the bursting shell
Where the air is a mad despair
The throes of a living

But down and deep in a ship
by the midday sun
Oh, find the boys who make the noise
The who serve the guns
Oh, the men the guns

And well, they know the cyclone
from the cannon's steel
And they know the hull of the ship
Will with the peal

And the will rock with the lightning shock
And shake with the recoil
While the sea grows red with the of the dead
And swallows up her

But not until the final
Has her final run
Can we their rest to the very best:
The who serve the guns
Oh, the men the guns

So let's drink a toast to the
And here's to the bold
And more for the commodore
When the deeds of might are

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

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