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

Then in 1915 my 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 they sent me to the war

And the band played Waltzing
As the ships pulled from the quay
And all the cheers, flag waving and tears
We off to Galipolli

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

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

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

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

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

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

collected the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the
Those proud wounded of Suvla

And as our pulled in to Circular Key
And I at the place where my legs used 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 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 watch the parade before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly march
Renewing their dreams of past

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

And the band played Matilda
And the old men answer the call
But year after year, the numbers get
Some day will 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 Matilda with me?