Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Wogs

I Wogs
Bogle

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

I hate Wogs, they live like
eat bananas and some eat frogs
Soome wear turbans some wear
All the same to me 'cause I hate Wogs.

They speak proper English and they never seem to learn
And the awful guff that call food would make your stomach turn
It's always dipped in garlic sauce or fried in oil
I've tasted any meself, but I bet it all tastes vile!
What's wrong with good Australian food, you and you Poles?
Good healthy stuff like pie and and chips and Chicko rolls

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

And the local chip shop down the roadis run by a Greek
He's open sixteen hours a day and days a week
And every cent that you there on a pie or on dumsim
Helps to send back home to Greece for a bastard just him!
Oh, I eat there meself 'cause I couldn't touch Wog meat
I usually eat at the caf' that's just across the street!

'Cause I hate Wogs, they like dogs
Some eat bananas and some eat
Soome wear turbans some wear
All the bloody same to me 'cause I Wogs.

I was queueing down at the Registry, 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 bastards do, they never bloody work!
But in spite of what the papers say, there's work for who want to
The wife and twenty-seven kids is all the I'm going to!

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

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