Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a
From the murrays green basin to the outback
I waltzed my all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country son
It's time to rambling 'cause there's work to be

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

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

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

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

And they shipped us back home to
the legless, the armless, the blind and
Those proud wounded 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 played waltzing matilda
As they carried us down the
But cheered, they just stood and stared
and they turned faces away
And now every april I sit on my
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 twisted and
The forgotten of a forgotten war
And the people ask me, who are the they
for?
And I ask the same question
And the band waltzing matilda
And the old men still answer the
But after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march at all
Waltzing matilda, waltzing
Who'll go a-waltzing matilda me?