Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a young man I carried my
And I lived the life of a rover
the murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my matilda all
Then in nineteen fifteen my country son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's to be

So they me a tin hat and they 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 butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny he was ready, he primed himself well
He showered us with bullets, and he us with

And in five minutes flat blown us all to hell
blew us right back to Australia
And the band played matilda
As we to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the buried theirs
Then it all over again
Now those who living did their best to survive
In that mad of dust, blood and fire
And for seven weeks I kept myself alive
the corpses around me piled higher
Then a big turkish shell me arse over tit
And when I awoke in my bed
And saw what had done, christ I wished I was

Never knew there were worse things dying
and no more go waltzing matilda
to the green 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
Those proud heroes of suvla
And as our ship into circular quay
I looked at the place where me used to be
And thank christ there was nobody for me
To grieve and to mourn and to
And the band played matilda
As they carried us down the
But nobody cheered, they just and stared
and they turned faces away
And now april I sit on my porch
And I watch the pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they
Reliving their dreams of past
I see the old men, all twisted and
The forgotten of a forgotten war
And the people ask me, who are the they
Marching
And I ask the same question
And the band plays matilda
And the old men answer the call
But after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one march there at all
Waltzing matilda, matilda
go a-waltzing matilda with me?