Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Now when I was a man and I carried my pack
And I lived the free of the Rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty out
I waltzed my 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 me away to the war

And the band Waltzing Matilda
As the ships pulled away from the
And amid all the cheers, flag and tears
We off to Galipolli

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

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

But the band played Waltzing
As we stuck to our slain
We burned and the Turks buried theirs
And we started all again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I see the old men all tired, stiff and
The weary old of a forgotten war
And the young ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the question

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

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