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
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 stop rambling, work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat and gave me a gun
And they sent me to the war

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

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

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

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

Those who living just tried to survive
In a mad world of blood and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself
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 there were worse things dying

For no more I'll go Matilda
All 'round the bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs a man needs 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
Those proud heroes of Suvla

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

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

So now April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly march
Renewing their of past glory

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

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

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