Luyện nghe bài hát Carrington Cabaret

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

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

In the dirt filled on the cold concrete
At the nightclub end of Street
Sit dusky young ladies learning the
From drunks and traps and the knocks school

Milky brown from drinking all day
Till it's at the Carrington Cabaret
Down at the a sick black mum
Rings for a taxi but the taxi won't

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

Oh our great free of fire and rain
White man's and black man's 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 Land
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 nightmare now, an alcohol
land of things to do have you got time to weep