Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

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

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

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

And in five flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right to Australia
And the band played waltzing
As we to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the turks buried
Then it all over again
Now those who living did their best to survive
In that mad world of dust, and fire
And for long weeks I kept myself alive
while the corpses me piled higher
Then a big turkish shell knocked me over tit
And I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw what had done, christ I wished I was

Never knew were worse 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 needs two
No more matilda for me
So they the cripples, the wounded and

And they us back home to Australia
the legless, the armless, the and insane
Those wounded heroes of suvla
And as our ship pulled circular quay
I at the place where me legs used to be
And thank christ there was nobody for me
To grieve and to and to pity
And the band played waltzing
As carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just and stared
and they turned their faces
And now april I sit on my porch
And I the parade 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 heroes of a forgotten war
And the people ask me, who are the they
Marching
And I ask myself the question
And the band waltzing matilda
And the old men answer the call
But year after year numbers get fewer
Some day no one will there at all
matilda, waltzing matilda
Who'll go a-waltzing matilda me?