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 to the dusty out back
I waltzed my all over

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then a big shell knocked me ares over 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 far and near
For to hump and pegs a man needs both legs
No more Waltzing for me

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

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

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

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

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

And the band played Waltzing
And the old men answer the call
But year year, the numbers get fewer
Some day will march there at all

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