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 murrays basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my matilda all
Then in nineteen fifteen my said son
It's to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be

So they gave me a tin hat and gave me a gun
And sent me away to the war
And the band waltzing matilda
As we sailed from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the and the

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

And in five minutes flat he'd us all to hell
Nearly blew us back to Australia
And the band waltzing matilda
As we stopped to bury our
And we buried ours and the buried theirs
Then it started all again
Now those who were living did their best to
In mad world of dust, blood and fire
And for seven long weeks I kept myself
while the corpses around me higher
Then a big shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I awoke in my bed
And saw what they had done, I wished I was

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

And they shipped us back to Australia
the legless, the armless, the and insane
Those proud wounded of suvla
And as our ship pulled into quay
I looked at the where me legs used to be
And thank there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to
And the band played waltzing
As they carried us down the
But nobody cheered, they just stood and
and they their faces away
And now every april I sit on my
And I watch the parade pass me
I see my old comrades, how proudly march
their dreams 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 the same question
And the band waltzing matilda
And the old men still the call
But year after their numbers get fewer
Some day no one march there at all
matilda, waltzing matilda
Who'll go a-waltzing matilda me?