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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They collected the crippled, the wounded, the
And they shipped us back to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the
Those proud wounded of Suvla

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

And the played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the
But nobody cheered, just stood there and stared
And all their faces 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 of past glory

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

And the band played 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 may be heard as they march by the billabong
Who'll come a Waltzing with me?