Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Wogs

I Hate
Bogle

I'm a Australian guy and me name is Billy Schmidt.
I this sunburned country and I'm bloody proud of it
And I love our simple way of and the things we all hold dear
V.F.L. and Big Ben Pies and foamin' Toohey's beer
I love our open friendliness where a man can make mates
In fact in all there's 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 make your stomach turn
It's always in garlic sauce or fried in olive oil
I've never tasted any meself, but I bet it all vile!
What's wrong with good Australian food, you and you Poles?
healthy stuff like pie and sauce and chips and Chicko rolls

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

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

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

I was queueing at the Registry, a-pickin' up me dole
In front of me was a Yugoslav, in of him a Pole
Behind me was a Eyetalian, him was a Turk
Those lazy migrant bastards do, they bloody work!
But in spite of what the say, there's work for those who want to
The wife and twenty-seven is all the work I'm going to!

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

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