Luyện nghe bài hát And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Now I was a young man and I carried my pack
And I lived the free of the Rover
From the green basin to the dusty out back
I waltzed my Matilda all

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

And the band played Matilda
As the ships pulled 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 that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs to the

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

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

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

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

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

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

And as our pulled in to Circular Key
And I at the place where my legs used to be
I thanked Christ was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to and to pity

And the played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the
But nobody cheered, they just stood there and
And turned all their 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 past

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

And the band played Waltzing
And the old men still the call
But year after year, the get fewer
Some day will march there at all

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