Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a
From the murrays green basin to the dusty
I waltzed my matilda all
Then in nineteen fifteen my country son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause work to be

So they me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me to the war
And the band waltzing matilda
As we away from the quay
And amidst all the and the shouts and the

We sailed off for
How I remember that terrible day
when the blood stained the and the water
And how in that hell that they called bay
We were butchered lambs at the slaughter
Johnny turk he was ready, he primed well
He showered us with bullets, and he us with

And in minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to
And the played waltzing matilda
As we to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the turks theirs
Then it all over again
Now those who were living did best to survive
In that mad of dust, blood and fire
And for seven long weeks I kept alive
while the corpses me piled higher
Then a big turkish shell me arse over tit
And when I awoke in my bed
And saw what they had done, I wished I was

Never knew there were things than dying
and no more go waltzing matilda
to the green so far and near
For to hump and pegs, a man needs two legs
No waltzing matilda for me
So they the cripples, the wounded and

And they shipped us home to Australia
the legless, the armless, the blind and
Those proud heroes of suvla
And as our ship pulled into circular
I at the place where me legs used to be
And thank there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to
And the band played matilda
As they carried us down the
But nobody cheered, they stood and stared
and they their faces away
And now april I sit on my porch
And I the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly march
Reliving their of past glory
I see the old men, all and torn
The heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask me, who are the
Marching
And I ask myself the same
And the plays waltzing matilda
And the old men still the call
But year after their numbers get fewer
Some day no one march there at all
Waltzing matilda, waltzing
Who'll go a-waltzing with me?