Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

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

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

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

And in five minutes flat blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to
And the band played matilda
As we to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the buried theirs
Then it started all over
Now those who were living did their to survive
In that mad world of dust, blood and
And for seven long weeks I kept alive
while the corpses around me higher
Then a big turkish shell knocked me arse tit
And I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw what had done, christ I wished I was

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

And they shipped us back home to
the legless, the armless, the blind and
Those wounded heroes of suvla
And as our ship pulled circular quay
I looked at the place me legs used to be
And christ there was nobody waiting for me
To and to mourn and to pity
And the band played matilda
As they carried us the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just and stared
and turned their faces away
And now every april I sit on my
And I watch the pass before me
I see my old comrades, how they march
Reliving their of past 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 the same question
And the band plays waltzing
And the old men still answer the
But year after year their numbers get
day no one will march there at all
Waltzing matilda, waltzing
go a-waltzing matilda with me?