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 to the dusty outback
I waltzed my matilda all
Then in nineteen fifteen my country son
time 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 played waltzing matilda
As we sailed from the quay
And amidst all the and the shouts and the

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

And in minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us back to Australia
And the band waltzing matilda
As we to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the turks buried
Then it started all over
Now those who were did their best to survive
In that mad world of dust, blood and
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 what had done, christ I wished I was

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

And they shipped us back to Australia
the legless, the armless, the blind and
Those proud wounded of suvla
And as our ship into circular quay
I looked at the place me legs used to be
And thank christ was nobody waiting for me
To and to mourn and to pity
And the band played matilda
As carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and
and they turned their faces
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 of past glory
I see the old men, all twisted and
The forgotten of a forgotten war
And the young ask me, who are the they
for?
And I ask myself the question
And the plays waltzing matilda
And the old men still the call
But after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will there at all
matilda, waltzing matilda
Who'll go a-waltzing with me?