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 free of the Rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty out
I my Matilda 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 sent me away to the war

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the played Waltzing Matilda
As carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood there and
And turned all faces away

So now April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass me
And I see my old comrades, how they march
Renewing their dreams of 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 the same question

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

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