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 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 foamin' Toohey's
I love our open friendliness where a man can good mates
In in all Australia there's just one thing I hates:

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

They can't proper English and they never seem to learn
And the awful guff that they call food would make your 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 good Australian food, you Slovaks and you Poles?
Good healthy like pie and sauce and chips and Chicko rolls

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

And the local chip down the roadis run by a bloody Greek
He's sixteen hours 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 like him!
Oh, I never eat there 'cause I couldn't touch Wog meat
I usually eat at the caf' that's just across the street!

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

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

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

So send the home 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 and drink beer all day long
And run with a fat jumbuck, down by the billabong
And every at twelve o'clock to show that we're not slaggards
We'll and sing our national song, "Advance Australia", backwards!