Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

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

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

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

And how I that terrible day
How our blood stained the and the water
And how in that that they called Suvla Bay
We were like lambs to the slaughter

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

But the band played Matilda
As we stuck to bury our
We burned ours and the Turks buried
And we all over again

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

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

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

collected the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they us back 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 place where my legs to be
I Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to and to pity

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

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

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

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

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