Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Now when I was a man and I carried my pack
And I the free life of the Rover
the Murray's green basin to the dusty out back
I waltzed my all over

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

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

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

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 played Waltzing Matilda
As we stuck to our slain
We burned ours and the buried theirs
And we started all over

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

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

For no more I'll go Waltzing
All 'round the green 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 shipped us back to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the
proud wounded heroes of Suvla

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

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

So now every April, I sit on my
And I watch the parade pass me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly 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 myself the question

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

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