Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Now I was a young man and I carried my pack
And I lived the life of the Rover
From the green basin to the dusty out back
I my Matilda all over

Then in my country said, "Son
It's time to rambling, there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat and they me a gun
And sent 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 blood stained the and the water
And how in hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were like lambs to the slaughter

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

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

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

Then a big Turkish knocked me ares over head
And I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done and I wished I was
knew there were worse things than dying

For no more I'll go Waltzing
All 'round the green bush far and
For to tent and pegs a man needs both legs
No Waltzing 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 pulled in to Circular Key
And I looked at the place where my legs 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 they us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just there and stared
And turned all faces away

So now every April, I sit on my
And I the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how they march
their dreams of past glory

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

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

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