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 of the Rover
From the Murray's basin to the dusty out back
I my Matilda all over

Then in my country 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 sent me to the war

And the band Waltzing Matilda
As the ships away from the quay
And amid all the cheers, waving and tears
We sailed off to

And how I remember terrible day
How our blood stained the and the water
And how in that hell 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 minutes we were all blown to hell
Nearly blew us all back to Australia

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

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

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

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

They collected the crippled, the wounded, the
And they shipped us back home to
The armless, the legless, the blind, the
Those wounded heroes of Suvla

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

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

So now every April, I sit on my
And I watch the pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they
Renewing dreams of past glory

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

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

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