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
From the murrays green to the dusty outback
I waltzed my all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country son
It's to stop rambling 'cause 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 played waltzing matilda
As we away from the quay
And amidst all the and the shouts and the

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

And in minutes 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 buried
Then it started all over
Now those who were living did their best to
In that mad world of dust, blood and
And for seven long weeks I kept alive
the corpses around me piled higher
Then a big shell knocked me arse 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 bushes so far and near
For to tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing for me
So they the cripples, the wounded and

And they shipped us back home to
the legless, the armless, the blind and
Those proud heroes of suvla
And as our ship pulled into quay
I at the place where me legs used to be
And thank there was nobody waiting for me
To and to mourn and to pity
And the band played matilda
As they carried us down the
But nobody cheered, they just stood and
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 dreams of glory
I see the old men, all twisted and
The forgotten of a forgotten war
And the young people ask me, who are the
for?
And I ask myself the same
And the band waltzing matilda
And the old men still the call
But year after their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will there at all
Waltzing matilda, waltzing
go a-waltzing matilda with me?