Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Now when I was a young man and I carried my
And I lived the life of the Rover
From the Murray's basin to the dusty out back
I waltzed my Matilda all

Then in 1915 my said, "Son
It's time to stop rambling, there's 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 played Waltzing
As the pulled away from the quay
And amid all the cheers, waving and tears
We off to Galipolli

And how I that terrible day
How our blood the sand and the water
And how in hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs to the

Johnnie was ready, oh, he primed himself well
He rained us bullets and he showered us with shell
And in five flat we were all blown to hell
Nearly blew us all home to Australia

But the band played Waltzing
As we stuck to our slain
We burned ours and the Turks buried
And we all over again

Those who were living tried to survive
In a mad world of death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept alive
While around me the corpses piled

Then a big Turkish shell knocked me over head
And when I in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done and I I was dead
Never there were worse things than dying

For no I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All 'round the bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs a man needs legs
No more Waltzing for me

collected the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the
Those proud heroes of Suvla

And as our ship pulled in to Key
And I looked at the place my legs used to be
I Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to

And the band Waltzing Matilda
As carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just there and stared
And all their faces away

So now April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly march
Renewing their dreams of glory

I see the old men all tired, and sore
The old heroes of a forgotten war
And the people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the question

And the band Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer the call
But year after year, the get fewer
day none will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing
Who'll come a Waltzing with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the
come a Waltzing Matilda with me?