Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Wogs

I Wogs
Bogle

I'm a dicky-dye Australian guy and me is Billy Schmidt.
I love this sunburned country and I'm bloody of it
And I our simple way of life and the things we all hold dear
Like V.F.L. and Big Ben Pies and Toohey's beer
I love our open friendliness where a man can make good
In fact in all Australia just one thing I hates:

I hate Wogs, live like dogs
eat bananas and some eat frogs
Soome wear some wear clogs
All the bloody same to me I hate Wogs.

They can't speak proper English and they never seem to
And the awful guff that they call food would make your stomach
It's always dipped in sauce or fried in olive oil
I've tasted any meself, but I bet it all tastes vile!
wrong with good Australian food, you Slovaks and you Poles?
Good healthy stuff like pie and and chips and Chicko rolls

'Cause I hate Wogs, live like dogs
Some eat bananas and eat frogs
Soome wear some wear clogs
All the same to me 'cause I hate Wogs.

And the chip shop down the roadis run by a bloody Greek
He's open sixteen hours a day and seven days a
And cent that you spend there on a pie or on dumsim
Helps to send back home to Greece for a bastard like him!
Oh, I never eat there meself I couldn't touch Wog meat
I eat at the Chinese caf' that's just across the street!

'Cause I Wogs, they live like dogs
Some eat and some eat frogs
wear turbans some wear clogs
All the bloody to me 'cause I hate Wogs.

I was queueing down at the Registry, a-pickin' up me
In front of me was a Yugoslav, in front of him a
Behind me was a Eyetalian, behind him was a
Those lazy migrant bastards do, never bloody work!
But in of what the papers say, there's work for those who want to
The wife and twenty-seven is all the work I'm going to!

I hate Wogs, they live like dogs
Some eat bananas and eat frogs
wear turbans some wear clogs
All the bloody same to me I hate Wogs.

So send the bastards to Spain, and Italy and Greece
And maybe when they've all home, we'll get some bloody peace
To sit in the shade of the Coolabah tree and drink beer all day
And run amok a fat jumbuck, down by the billabong
And every night at twelve o'clock to show that not slaggards
We'll stand and our national song, "Advance Australia", backwards!