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 green basin to the dusty out back
I waltzed my Matilda all

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

And the band played Matilda
As the ships pulled away the quay
And amid all the cheers, flag waving and
We sailed off to

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

Johnnie Turk was ready, oh, he primed well
He rained us with and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat we were all to hell
Nearly us all back home to Australia

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the band Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the
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 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 heroes of a war
And the young ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same

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

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