Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Now when I was a young man and I my pack
And I lived the life of the Rover
From the Murray's green to the dusty out back
I my Matilda all over

in 1915 my country said, "Son
It's time to rambling, there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat and gave me a gun
And they sent me to the war

And the band played Matilda
As the pulled away from the quay
And amid all the cheers, flag and tears
We sailed off to

And how I that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the
And how in that hell that they Suvla Bay
We butchered like lambs to the slaughter

Turk was ready, oh, he primed himself well
He us with bullets and he showered us with shell
And in five flat we were all blown to hell
Nearly us all back home to Australia

But the played Waltzing Matilda
As we stuck to our slain
We burned ours and the buried theirs
And we all over again

Those who living just tried to survive
In a mad of blood death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept alive
around me the corpses piled higher

Then a big Turkish shell me ares over head
And I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw it had done and I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things dying

For no I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and a man needs both legs
No more Waltzing for me

They the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the
Those wounded heroes of Suvla

And as our ship in to Circular Key
And I looked at the place where my used to be
I thanked Christ was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to

And the band played Matilda
As carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they stood there and stared
And all their faces away

So now every April, I sit on my
And I watch the parade pass me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly march
Renewing their dreams of glory

I see the old men all tired, and sore
The weary old heroes of a war
And the people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask the same question

And the played Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer the call
But year year, the numbers get fewer
Some day none will march at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing
come a Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be as they march by the billabong
come a Waltzing Matilda with me?