Luyện nghe bài hát P. T. 109

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

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

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

Smoke and fire the sea
Everywhere they was the enemy
The heathen of old Japan
Yeah they thought they had the of a mighty good man

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

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

He led his men through waters dark, rocky reefs and hungry
Braved the enemies bayonets, a thirty-eight hung his neck
more days 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 same man named Kennedy
Would be the of the nation, be the one to take command
The PT 109 was gone but Kennedy lived to again

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