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 free life of the
the Murray's green basin to the dusty out back
I my Matilda all over

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

And the band played Matilda
As the ships away from the quay
And amid all the cheers, flag and tears
We off to Galipolli

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

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

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

Those who were just 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 awoke in my bed
And saw what it had done and I I was dead
Never knew were worse things than dying

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

collected 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 in to Circular Key
And I looked at the place where my legs to be
I thanked Christ there was no one waiting for me
To grieve and to and to pity

And the band played Waltzing
As they carried us the gangway
But nobody cheered, just stood there and stared
And turned all their faces

So now every April, I sit on my
And I watch the pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly march
Renewing dreams of past glory

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

And the band played Waltzing
And the old men still the call
But year after year, the numbers get
Some day will march there at all

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