Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

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

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

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

And in five minutes flat blown us all to hell
Nearly us right back to Australia
And the band played waltzing
As we stopped to bury our
And we buried and the turks buried theirs
Then it started all over
Now those who were living did their to survive
In mad world of dust, blood and fire
And for seven weeks I kept myself alive
the corpses around me piled higher
Then a big shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I in my hospital bed
And saw what they had done, christ I I was

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

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