Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a man I carried my pack
And I lived the free of a rover
From the murrays green to the dusty outback
I my matilda all over
Then in nineteen my country said son
It's time to stop rambling there's work to be

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

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

And in five minutes he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to
And the band waltzing matilda
As we stopped to our slain
And we buried and the turks buried theirs
Then it started all again
Now those who living did their best to survive
In that mad world of dust, blood and
And for seven long weeks I myself alive
while the corpses around me higher
Then a big turkish shell knocked me over tit
And when I awoke in my bed
And saw what had done, christ I wished I was

Never knew there worse things than dying
and no I'll 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 shipped us back home to Australia
the legless, the armless, the and insane
Those wounded heroes of suvla
And as our ship pulled into quay
I looked at the where me legs used to be
And thank christ there was waiting for me
To and to mourn and to pity
And the band played waltzing
As carried us down the gangway
But cheered, they just stood and stared
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
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 myself the same
And the band plays waltzing
And the old men still the call
But after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one march there at all
Waltzing matilda, matilda
Who'll go a-waltzing matilda me?