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 green basin to the dusty outback
I my matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country son
It's time to stop 'cause there's work to be

So they gave me a tin hat and gave me a gun
And sent me away to the war
And the band played waltzing
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 and the water
And how in that hell that called suvla bay
We butchered like lambs at the slaughter
turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us

And in five minutes flat blown us all to hell
blew us right back to Australia
And the band waltzing matilda
As we to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the turks buried
it started all over again
Now those who were did their best to survive
In that mad world of dust, and fire
And for seven long weeks I kept myself
while the around me piled higher
a big turkish shell knocked 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 I'll go waltzing matilda
to the green so far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man two legs
No more waltzing for me
So collected the cripples, the wounded and

And they shipped us home to Australia
the legless, the armless, the blind and
proud wounded heroes of suvla
And as our pulled into circular quay
I looked at the place me legs used to be
And thank there was nobody waiting for me
To and to mourn and to pity
And the band played waltzing
As they us down the gangway
But cheered, they just stood and stared
and they their faces away
And now every april I sit on my
And I watch the parade before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they
their dreams of past glory
I see the old men, all and torn
The forgotten heroes of a war
And the young people ask me, who are the
Marching
And I ask the same question
And the plays waltzing matilda
And the old men answer the call
But year after year their get fewer
Some day no one will there at all
Waltzing matilda, matilda
Who'll go a-waltzing matilda me?