Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a young man I carried my
And I lived the free life of a
From the murrays green basin to the outback
I waltzed my matilda all
in nineteen fifteen my country said son
It's time to rambling '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 matilda
As we away from the quay
And amidst all the and the shouts and the

We off for gallipoli
How well I remember 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
turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us

And in minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
blew us right back to Australia
And the played waltzing matilda
As we stopped to bury our
And we buried and the turks buried theirs
Then it all over again
Now those who were living did their best to
In that mad of dust, blood and fire
And for seven weeks I kept myself alive
while the corpses around me higher
Then a big turkish shell me arse 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 matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the and

And they shipped us back to Australia
the legless, the armless, the and insane
proud wounded heroes of suvla
And as our pulled into circular quay
I looked at the where me legs used to be
And christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to and to pity
And the band played waltzing
As carried 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
Reliving dreams of past glory
I see the old men, all twisted and
The forgotten of a forgotten war
And the young people ask me, who are the
for?
And I ask the same question
And the band plays matilda
And the old men still answer the
But year after year numbers get fewer
Some day no one will there at all
Waltzing matilda, matilda
Who'll go matilda with me?