Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

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

So they gave me a tin hat and they 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 tears and the and the

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

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

Never knew were worse things than dying
and no more go waltzing matilda
to the green bushes so far and
For to tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No waltzing matilda for me
So collected 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 pulled into quay
I looked at the place me legs used to be
And thank there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to
And the played waltzing matilda
As they carried us down the
But nobody cheered, they just stood and
and they turned their away
And now every I sit on my porch
And I the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they
their dreams of past glory
I see the old men, all and torn
The forgotten of a forgotten war
And the young ask me, who are the they
Marching
And I ask myself the question
And the band plays matilda
And the old men still the call
But year after year their numbers get
Some day no one march there at all
Waltzing matilda, waltzing
Who'll go a-waltzing matilda me?