Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

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

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

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

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

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

But the band played Waltzing
As we to bury our slain
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 death and
And for ten weeks, I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses higher

Then a big Turkish 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 than dying

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

They the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they 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 place 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 played 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 the parade pass before 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 weary old of a forgotten war
And the young ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same

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

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