Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Now when I was a young man and I carried my
And I the free life of the Rover
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 rambling, there's work to be done"
So gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And sent me away 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 that day
How our stained the sand and the water
And how in hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were like lambs to the slaughter

Johnnie Turk was ready, oh, he primed himself
He rained us 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 our slain
We burned and the Turks buried theirs
And we started all again

Those who were living just to survive
In a mad world of death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept alive
While around me the corpses 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 there were worse things than dying

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

They the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the
Those proud heroes of Suvla

And as our ship pulled in to Key
And I looked at the place where my used to be
I thanked Christ there was no one waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to

And the band played Matilda
As they carried us down the
But nobody cheered, they just stood there and
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 glory

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

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

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