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 life of the Rover
From the green basin to the dusty out back
I waltzed my all over

Then in 1915 my said, "Son
It's to stop rambling, there's work to be done"
So they me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And sent me away to the war

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

And how I that terrible day
How our blood stained the and the water
And how in that hell that they Suvla Bay
We butchered 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 five minutes flat we all blown to hell
Nearly blew us all back to Australia

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

Those who living just tried to survive
In a mad world of death and fire
And for ten weeks, I kept myself alive
around me the corpses piled 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 the green bush far and near
For to hump and pegs a man needs both 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 wounded of Suvla

And as our ship in to Circular Key
And I looked at the place my legs used to be
I Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To and to mourn and to pity

And the played Waltzing Matilda
As they us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood there and
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 they march
Renewing their dreams of glory

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

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

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