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

Then in 1915 my 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 away from the quay
And amid all the cheers, waving and tears
We sailed off to

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

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

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

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

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

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

They the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And shipped 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 at the place where my legs used to be
I thanked Christ was no one there waiting for me
To and to mourn and to pity

And the band played Waltzing
As they carried us down the
But nobody cheered, they just 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, stiff and
The weary old of a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are 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 numbers get
Some day none march there at all

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