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 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 gave me a gun
And they sent me to the war
And the band played waltzing
As we away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the and the

We off for gallipoli
How well I that terrible day
when the blood stained the sand and the
And how in that hell that called suvla bay
We were butchered like at the slaughter
Johnny turk he was ready, he primed himself
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us

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

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

And shipped us back home to Australia
the legless, the armless, the blind and
Those proud heroes of suvla
And as our pulled into circular quay
I at the place where me legs used to be
And thank christ there was nobody for me
To grieve and to mourn and to
And the band played waltzing
As they carried us down the
But nobody cheered, they stood and stared
and they turned faces away
And now every april I sit on my
And I watch the pass before 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 myself the same
And the plays waltzing matilda
And the old men still answer the
But year year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one march there at all
Waltzing matilda, matilda
Who'll go a-waltzing with me?