Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

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

in 1915 my country said, "Son
It's time to stop rambling, there's to be done"
So they me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing
As the ships away from the quay
And amid all the cheers, flag waving and
We off to Galipolli

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

Turk was ready, oh, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets and he showered us with
And in five minutes flat we all blown to hell
Nearly blew us all back to Australia

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

who were living just tried to survive
In a mad world of blood death and
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself
While around me the piled higher

Then a big Turkish shell knocked me ares over
And when I awoke in my bed
And saw it had done and I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse than dying

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

They the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to
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 where my legs used to be
I thanked there was no one there waiting for me
To and to mourn and to pity

And the played Waltzing Matilda
As they us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
And turned all faces away

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

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

And the band played Waltzing
And the old men still answer the
But year year, the numbers get fewer
day none will march there at all

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