Luyện nghe bài hát Carrington Cabaret

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

Young sophisticates the scene
At the Lion Hotel in rolled up jeans
Something on, we're all employed
Last night another died

In the dirt filled on the cold concrete
At the end of Hindley Street
Sit dusky ladies learning the rules
drunks and traps and the hard knocks school

Milky brown eyes drinking all day
Till it's time at the Carrington
Down at the port a black mum
for a taxi but the taxi won't come

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

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

Too utter for civilized man
Hide them away in Land
Shake head and say "That's that"
As you kick away the on Pinky flat

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