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
the Murray's green basin to the dusty out back
I waltzed my all over

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

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

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

Turk was ready, oh, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets and he us with shell
And in minutes 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 burned ours and the Turks theirs
And we started all over

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

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

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

They collected the crippled, the wounded, the
And they us back 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 my legs used to be
I thanked Christ there was no one waiting for me
To and to mourn and to pity

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

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

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

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

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