Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

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

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

We off for gallipoli
How well I remember that day
when the blood the sand and the water
And how in hell that they called suvla bay
We butchered 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 flat he'd blown us all to hell
blew us right back to Australia
And the band played matilda
As we stopped to our slain
And we buried ours and the turks theirs
Then it started all over
Now those who were did their best to survive
In that mad world of dust, blood and
And for seven long weeks I myself alive
the corpses around me piled higher
Then a big turkish knocked me arse over tit
And when I in my hospital bed
And saw what they had done, I wished I was

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

And they us back home to Australia
the legless, the armless, the and insane
proud wounded heroes of suvla
And as our ship into circular quay
I looked at the place me legs used to be
And christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to
And the band played waltzing
As they us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, just stood and stared
and they their faces away
And now every I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass me
I see my old comrades, how proudly march
Reliving their of past glory
I see the old men, all twisted and
The heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask me, who are the
Marching
And I ask the same question
And the band plays matilda
And the old men still answer the
But year year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march at all
Waltzing matilda, waltzing
Who'll go matilda with me?