Luyện nghe bài hát Carrington Cabaret

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

Young making the scene
At the Lion Hotel in your up jeans
going on, we're all employed
Last another pickininny died

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

Milky brown eyes drinking all day
Till time at the Carrington Cabaret
Down at the a sick black mum
Rings for a taxi but the taxi come

It's probably too painful for us to
But two hundred ago we overran 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 fire and
White man's wealth and man's pain
You've got to be if you want to get in
the black man's country but the white man's in

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

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