Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Now when I was a man and I carried my pack
And I the free life of the Rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty out
I waltzed my Matilda all

Then in 1915 my said, "Son
It's time to 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 band Waltzing Matilda
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 blood stained the and the water
And how in that that they called Suvla Bay
We were like lambs to the slaughter

Johnnie Turk was ready, oh, he primed 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 Waltzing
As we to bury our slain
We burned ours and the buried theirs
And we all over again

Those who were 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
knew there were worse things than dying

For no more go Waltzing Matilda
All 'round the green bush far and
For to hump tent and pegs a man needs both
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
Those proud wounded heroes of

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

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

So now every April, I sit on my
And I the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly march
Renewing dreams 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 the same question

And the band Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the
But year after year, the numbers get
Some day none will march at all

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