Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

And The Band Played Waltzing

Now when I was a lad I carried me pack
And I lived the life of the rover.
From the green banks, to the dusty outback
While I waltzed my all over.
Then in 1915, my said, 'Son,
It's time you ramblin', there's work to be done.'
So they gave me a tin hat, and they me a gun,
And they me away to the war.

And the band 'Waltzing Matilda,'
As the pulled away from the quay,
Amidst the songs and the cheers, the waving, and tears,
We off for Gallipoli.

And how I remember that terrible day,
How our blood stained the we call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like at the slaughter.

The big Turkish shell me arse over head,
And when I up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I I was dead
knew there was worse things than dying.

So go no more 'Waltzing Matilda,'
or through the bush bars and wide
For to hunt and tent peg a man needs legs,
No more Matilda' for me.

They the injured, the wounded, the maimed,
And they us all back to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud heroes of Suvla.

And as our sailed into Circular Quay,
I at the place where me legs used to be,
And thanked Christ there was waiting for me,
To mourn, and to grieve, and to pity.

And the band "Waltzing Matilda"
As they wheeled us the gangway.
And cheered, they just stood and stared.
And they all turned faces away.

And the still plays 'Waltzing Matilda,'
And the men still answer the call,
But as year follows year,those old men
Someday, no one will march at all.

Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing
Who'll come a-waltzing Mathilda me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the
come a-waltzing Mathilda with me ?