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 matilda all
Then in nineteen fifteen my said son
It's time to stop 'cause there's work to be

So they me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And sent me away to the war
And the band waltzing matilda
As we sailed 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 sand and the
And how in hell that they called suvla bay
We were like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny turk he was ready, he primed well
He showered us bullets, and he rained us with

And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to
blew us right back to Australia
And the played waltzing matilda
As we to bury 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 long weeks I kept myself
the corpses around me piled higher
Then a big turkish shell knocked me over tit
And I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw what they had done, christ I I was

Never knew there were worse things than
and no more I'll go matilda
to the bushes so far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two
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 wounded heroes of
And as our ship pulled into quay
I looked at the place me legs used to be
And thank christ there was waiting for me
To grieve and to and to pity
And the band waltzing matilda
As they carried us the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and
and they turned faces away
And now every I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly march
Reliving dreams of past glory
I see the old men, all and torn
The heroes of a forgotten war
And the people ask me, who are the they
for?
And I ask the same question
And the band waltzing matilda
And the old men answer the call
But year after year their get fewer
day no one will march there at all
Waltzing matilda, waltzing
go a-waltzing matilda with me?