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
the murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country 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 sent me away to the war
And the band waltzing matilda
As we sailed away from the
And all the tears and the shouts and the

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

And in five minutes flat blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to
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 were living did their best to
In that mad of dust, blood and fire
And for seven weeks I kept myself alive
while the corpses around me piled
Then a big turkish shell knocked me over tit
And when I in my hospital bed
And saw they had done, christ I wished I was

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

And they shipped us home to Australia
the legless, the armless, the blind and
Those proud wounded heroes of
And as our ship into circular quay
I looked at the place where me legs to be
And christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to
And the played waltzing matilda
As they carried us down the
But nobody cheered, they just stood and
and they turned faces away
And now every I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they
Reliving dreams of past glory
I see the old men, all and torn
The heroes of a forgotten war
And the people ask me, who are the they
for?
And I ask myself the same
And the plays waltzing matilda
And the old men still the call
But after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one march there at all
matilda, waltzing matilda
Who'll go matilda with me?