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
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 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 matilda
As we sailed from the quay
And all the tears and the shouts and the

We off for gallipoli
How well I that terrible day
when the stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called bay
We were like lambs at the slaughter
turk 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 and the turks buried theirs
Then it started all again
Now those who were living did best to survive
In mad world of dust, blood and fire
And for seven long I kept myself alive
while the corpses around me higher
Then a big shell knocked me arse over tit
And I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw what they had done, I wished I was

Never knew there were worse than dying
and no more I'll go waltzing
to the bushes so far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man two legs
No waltzing matilda 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 ship into circular quay
I looked at the place where me legs to be
And thank christ was nobody waiting for me
To and to mourn and to pity
And the band played matilda
As carried us down the gangway
But cheered, they just stood and stared
and they turned faces away
And now april I sit on my porch
And I the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly march
Reliving their dreams of past
I see the old men, all and torn
The heroes of a forgotten war
And the young ask me, who are the they
for?
And I ask the same question
And the band waltzing matilda
And the old men still the call
But year after their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march at all
Waltzing matilda, waltzing
Who'll go matilda with me?