Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Wogs

I Wogs
Bogle

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

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

They can't speak proper English and they seem to learn
And the awful guff that call food would make your stomach turn
It's always dipped in garlic 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 Slovaks and you
Good healthy stuff like pie and sauce and chips and Chicko

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

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

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

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

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

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