Luyện nghe bài hát A Bushman Can't Survive

A city girl is happy with her friends and life
Appreciates a wine him at night
She tries to find the sparkle she but it's gone
With of love she hopes he'll be alright
Her man has all quiet e's not at ease
He doesn't feel at hes hard to please
He gets itchy feet he's tired of in the street
He needs to walk for hours the trees

No a cant survive on city lights
Opera and roll and height of heights
His moon on the silver brigalow
Shimmers down the inland flow
Out where the yellow belly bite
He's working with his hands today on a site
He can smell the on the floor
It takes him to a sandy ridge out amongst the
No shearing no ploughing
His kelpie dog is and fast asleep
Tired of gardens for the sheep
His mater doesn't whistle tunes not in the mood
His love for open runs too deep

He to please his woman the lady of his life
standing at a party with a plate
She finds him on the balcony at the moon
An old familiar he can relate

His shines on the silver brigalow
Shimmers down the river
Out there where the yelloe belly