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

Then in my country said, "Son
It's time to 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 pulled away from the quay
And amid all the cheers, flag and tears
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 were like lambs to the slaughter

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

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

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

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

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

collected the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the
Those proud 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 there for me
To grieve and to mourn and to

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

So now April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass me
And I see my old comrades, how they 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 ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the question

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

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