Luyện nghe bài hát Carrington Cabaret

Are you proud white wherever you are?
Beer in your hand and elbow on the bar
All you people Darwin to the south
With your faded jeans and a joint in your mouth

sophisticates making the scene
At the Hotel in your rolled up jeans
Something going on, we're all
night another pickininny died

In the filled gutters on the cold concrete
At the nightclub end of Street
Sit dusky ladies learning the rules
From drunks and traps and the hard school

Milky brown from drinking all day
Till it's at the Carrington Cabaret
at the port a sick black mum
Rings for a taxi but the taxi come

It's probably too for us to understand
But two hundred years ago we their land
just a nightmare now, an alcoholic sleep
Australia land of to do have you got time to weep

Oh our great free land of fire and
White man's wealth and black man's
You've got to be if you want to get in
It's the black man's but the white man's in

Too utter distasteful for man
Hide them in Arnhem Land
Shake your and say "That's that"
As you kick the bottles on Pinky flat

It's probably too for us to understand
But two hundred years ago we overran their
Dreamtime's just a nightmare now, an alcohol
Australia land of things to do you got time to weep