Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

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

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

And the played Waltzing Matilda
As the ships away from the quay
And amid all the cheers, flag waving and
We off to Galipolli

And how I remember that day
How our stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Bay
We were butchered like lambs to the

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

But the played Waltzing Matilda
As we to bury our slain
We burned ours and the Turks theirs
And we started all over

Those who were living just tried to
In a mad world of death and fire
And for ten weeks, I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled

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

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

They collected the crippled, the wounded, the
And they shipped us home 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 where my legs used to be
I thanked there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to and to pity

And the played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the
But cheered, they just stood there and stared
And turned all their away

So now April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade before me
And I see my old comrades, how they march
their dreams of past glory

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

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

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing
Who'll come a Waltzing with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the
Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda me?