Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a young man I carried my
And I lived the free of a rover
From the murrays green basin to the outback
I waltzed my all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my said son
time to stop rambling '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 waltzing matilda
As we sailed away the quay
And all the tears and the shouts and the

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

And in minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us back to Australia
And the band played waltzing
As we stopped to our slain
And we buried ours and the buried theirs
Then it all over again
Now who were living did their best to survive
In mad world of dust, blood and fire
And for seven long I kept myself alive
while the corpses around me piled
a big turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw they had done, christ I wished I was

Never knew there were worse 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 more waltzing for me
So they collected the cripples, the and

And they us back home to Australia
the legless, the armless, the blind and
Those proud wounded of suvla
And as our ship pulled into circular
I looked at the where me legs used to be
And thank christ there was waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to
And the band played waltzing
As they carried us the gangway
But cheered, they just stood and stared
and they turned faces away
And now every I sit on my porch
And I watch the 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 forgotten of a forgotten war
And the people ask me, who are the they
Marching
And I ask myself the question
And the band plays matilda
And the old men answer the call
But year after year numbers get fewer
Some day no one will there at all
Waltzing matilda, matilda
Who'll go a-waltzing matilda me?