Luyện nghe bài hát Carrington Cabaret

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

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

In the dirt filled gutters on the cold
At the nightclub end of Street
Sit dusky young ladies the rules
drunks and traps and the hard knocks school

Milky brown eyes from all day
it's time at the Carrington Cabaret
Down at the port a sick 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
Dreamtime's just a nightmare now, an sleep
Australia land of things to do have you got time to

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

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

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