Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a young man I carried my
And I the free life of a rover
From the murrays green to the dusty outback
I waltzed my all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my said son
It's time to stop rambling there's work to be

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

We off for gallipoli
How I remember that terrible day
when the blood stained the sand and the
And how in that that they called suvla bay
We were butchered like lambs at the
Johnny turk he was ready, he himself well
He showered us with bullets, and he us with

And in minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us back to Australia
And the band played matilda
As we stopped to our slain
And we buried ours and the turks theirs
Then it started all again
Now those who were living did their best to
In that mad world of dust, blood and
And for seven weeks I kept myself alive
the corpses around me piled higher
Then a big turkish shell knocked me over tit
And I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw they had done, christ I wished I was

Never knew there were worse things than
and no I'll go waltzing matilda
to the bushes so far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man two legs
No more waltzing for me
So they the cripples, the wounded and

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